A quick note! The “—” breaks in the story symbolize separate blog entries. When the story is in its final format with dates/times, it’ll read much more easily but for now, I am lumping everything together into one manuscript so I can keep track of word count and post how much I write daily đ
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Getting to know Jay has been even weirder than all of the mandatory icebreaker games Iâve played in the beginning of every semester at college.
The events of the past two weeks are swirling around in my head and everytime I try to write them down, I end up rambling. Like Iâm doing right now.
My parents have been asking me to âfind a nice Indian boyâ since I graduated college. For two years, I put them off and romanced Dan. Loved him. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, I rebelled in every single way I could think of. I used my job as an excuse and went on dates with him. Movies, dinners, and âbusiness tripsâ on weekends â I did what I could to steal away and live with him in our own little fantasy world.
Then it all just came crashing down so fast and one night when my parents were asking me, as usual, when I would find them a nice Indian guy, I just snapped.
He broke up with me. I cried and cried until all I had left was no willpower or desire. I told them to introduce me to one themselves if they were in such a hurry.
Clearly, they wasted no time and I found myself at Starbucks awkwardly drinking iced coffee with Jay that same week.
Damn, Indian parents move fast. Itâs as if theyâve already planned shit out for you and just need you to trigger them so they can put their plan into motion. I was safe when my heart was enamored with Dan. I was strong and resisted and happy with my independence.
Then, I broke my own heart and gave them the push they were waiting for. I practically pranced right into this situation.
Iâve got nobody to blame but myself.
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Iâm coming to this blog now because if I donât pen my thoughts I am probably going to spontaneously combust in rage. Suffocate in my own trapped fumes of anger. I donât even know where to begin and what words to use that could possibly convey how I am shaking with rage as I write.
I have just walked away from overhearing my father discuss Jay and I as though we were a business distraction. Just fuckin great.
What an age-old story come to life. Jayâs father and mine planned our meeting for the future good of our families. Marriage is just some TOOL to them. What about our hearts? They donât even give a shit about that.
âMarriage is compromise and adjustment. Look at your father and I. Itâs been 25 years and weâre still together. These white people think they know all about love, until they get divorced. On top of that, theyâre so besharam that they just go and get married again. What kind of love is that?â
I suppose if thatâs how my mom rationalized it to herself all those years ago and it worked for her, sheâs about as happy as she could be.
But I, for one, canât imagine a life where we live together for so long without loving each other passionately, rather than just reproduction by copulation…
BUT ANYWAY back to why I am so angry â itâs nothing as drastic and ridiculous as dowry, because thankfully, our parentsâ views have liberalized enough to the point of finding that idea antiquated.
I heard my dad ask somebody how soon we could expect to see the business merge. Then I hear him laugh about how âof course theyâll stay together and have kids, weâre giving them time to get to know each other right?â and guessed at who was on the other side.
THEN, they have the audacity to look me in the eyes like nothing is wrong and they arenât ripping my heart apart and laugh as if I have told a very funny joke when I snap and yell that they might as well sell me off to the highest bidder.
I want to call Dan so badly and rant to him, but he will probably just shake his head sadly and wonder why I donât have the strength to just say no.
I wonder all the time why I am talking to Jay at all but I remember how I can never be with Dan because in the end, my love for my family is tying me down to this arranged marriage.
See, if I say no to Jay, their family will play it off like there is something wrong with me. My father will be shamed and of course, as my mom constantly reminds me, âwhat will society think?â
Indian parents are all about that. What will society think?
What about your daughterâs heart?
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Itâs been 4 weeks (and one day) since Dan broke up with me.
Itâs been 3 weeks (and two days) since I first met Jay. After our first meeting at Starbucks, he took me out to dinner. It was something fancier and his sister tagged along, almost like a chaperone.
I complained to my mother and all she told me was, âPeople talk. You get married, then do whatever you want.â
So we endure the supervised dating for a little longer. Iâm falling behind in blogging about all of this, so itâs time to play a little catch up.
I met Jay for coffee, and the conversation started out awkward. Then, like I just said, we took his sister out to dinner but after dropping her off at home, he asked me if I would like to go watch a movie the next day. I said yes but only because the way he suggested it was so cute â he told me to make up an excuse and meet him at the theater around noon.
It brought me back to the days when Dan and I used to do the same exact thing, and for some reason, the fact that he did the same thing as Dan had done, and that I had loved Dan just resonated with me. I donât know if likening Dan and Jay or comparing them is the right thing to do, but I canât help it. I wanted Dan. I wanted to marry him.
So if Jay is like him in these small little things, maybe thatâll make life a little more bearable?
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3 weeks and 3 days since I met Jay now. Our parents are getting antsy. We have been talking to each other more and more. I donât know whether it is from necessity or because he is genuinely interested in me.
He hasnât rejected me yet. My father came up to my room last night, sat down at the edge of my bed, and just sighed.
Like he is disappointed or maybe even sad?
He asked me â âIs there somebody else, beta? You can tell us everything.â
But thatâs always been the problem. I cannot tell them anything. I canât tell them I have tasted alcohol, I have had a boyfriend, and I have lost my virginity. I cannot tell him that I have loved a man. And, because I donât want to be ostracized, I definitely canât tell him that the man I love is not Indian.
And you know what makes me cry isnât that I canât talk to him. It is that the reason I canât tell him any of my reality is because I still love him and I know that telling him all of that would just break his heart. How can I tell my dad everything if I know he will forever feel that I have shamed him.
No matter how much they love me, Indian âsocietyâ is cruel. They judge and gossip and if I tell him anything, he will never hold his head up high like he should. It is ingrained in their minds that what I have done is shameful. So I canât tell him anything.
There is never a choice. In anything. In their eyes, I have lived by the book, and thatâs how it has to stay.
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I caved. I gave in. I canât hurt my parents so Iâll just hurt my dreams instead. No, Iâll just try to build new ones around my new reality.
I donât know what I will do. My words from last night are still resonating in my head.
âOkay ma, Iâll do it.â
Jay is the reason I tipped over the edge. Last night he called me and I think you guys need to hear this. Maybe I just need to write it out so I can process. Explain myself to my readers.
âHey, how are you?â he said as I called him last night. âItâs late, are you okay?â
It was only 11 at night, but I guess thatâs the latest Iâve called him so far.
âYeah, just wanted to talk to you.â
âUh oh, you gonna break up with me? Over the phone? Ow.â
âUhh no, not exactly. You would have had to ask me out first for that.â
A pause. âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhy are you still talking to me Jay? Itâs a setup. You and I both know that we arenât the arranged marriage type but here we are. Itâs been almost a month and neither of us have said no. Weâre still talking. Why?â
Another pause. âYouâre not crazy.â
âExcuse me?â
âYouâre not crazy. I think weâve got the same reasons. You love your family?â
âYeah.â
âMe too.â
âIs it that simple? We barely know each other.â
He laughed at that before saying âWell thatâs why itâs called an arranged marriage.â
Another pause. I briefly frowned at how long this guy took to get his thoughts out before he added âBesides, youâre the least crazy girl my parents have introduced me to yet.â
I hung up at that, annoyed that he hadnât told me that heâd been introduced to other girls before.
A few things hit me that night. Aside from the fact that he was right, he wasnât crazy, he didnât get on my nerves yet, and I was jealous he had met other girls.
Itâs like everything is accelerated because we are forced into a situation where we know where the end result isnât just a boyfriend or girlfriend, itâs a life partner.
I thought I needed a lot more time to overcome my feelings for my ex-boyfriend. I guess that maybe if I talk to Jay about it, we can overcome that obstacle together?
So Iâve said yes. AHH. What am I getting myself into?
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