The customary post of why did I start to blog....
Been thinking a lot these days.. wanting to talk a lot these days.. I don't want someone to listen.. just want someone to hear... and not judge....
holding the thoughts and views is a big burden... and it results in tears.. holding back tears leads to depression... the question arises as to why am I holding back... I am holding back because I don't have a choice...
Wait, did i say that i don't have a choice.. well i thought and realized that i did have a choice and the choice seems to be the blog... and it is not going to be a rant.. i am going to document it hilariously so that it serves the dual job of venting out my feelings and also
now that i have given the great explanation of why i started to blog, let me give some introduction about myself...
am a professional earing quite a decent salary... more than self sufficient as of now although I come from a modest background... married to a North Indian, obviously a love marriage.. i don't have any complaints about him.. am well provided and taken care of... and i am still crazy about him even after 5 years of marriage.. my parents stay with me. thanks to the fact that the husband doesn't understand tamil and the parents doesn't speak Hindi, there is no communication issue as there is hardly any communication... Am blessed with two lovely angels.. infact the little one is hardly a month old and the in-laws have come here for a month... and this is not the first time its happening and they have done it before for my first one as well...
history is repeating itself.. same people, similar dramas, familiar feelings, the husband blissfully is still the same typical Indian husband who assumes that his mom is like my mom(over caring and does all that is done for him even when his tucked in office) and the mil is still the typical indian MIL who knows about his son and plays her dual role very effectively (when son is around and when son is not around)....
Am going to narrate the days events , as the husband is never going to understand what i go thro when he is away and my mil thrives on the blind love of his son on her... welcome to the musings of a professionally decent person who failed to make it to the list of ideal bahu....:)
Been thinking a lot these days.. wanting to talk a lot these days.. I don't want someone to listen.. just want someone to hear... and not judge....
holding the thoughts and views is a big burden... and it results in tears.. holding back tears leads to depression... the question arises as to why am I holding back... I am holding back because I don't have a choice...
Wait, did i say that i don't have a choice.. well i thought and realized that i did have a choice and the choice seems to be the blog... and it is not going to be a rant.. i am going to document it hilariously so that it serves the dual job of venting out my feelings and also
now that i have given the great explanation of why i started to blog, let me give some introduction about myself...
am a professional earing quite a decent salary... more than self sufficient as of now although I come from a modest background... married to a North Indian, obviously a love marriage.. i don't have any complaints about him.. am well provided and taken care of... and i am still crazy about him even after 5 years of marriage.. my parents stay with me. thanks to the fact that the husband doesn't understand tamil and the parents doesn't speak Hindi, there is no communication issue as there is hardly any communication... Am blessed with two lovely angels.. infact the little one is hardly a month old and the in-laws have come here for a month... and this is not the first time its happening and they have done it before for my first one as well...
history is repeating itself.. same people, similar dramas, familiar feelings, the husband blissfully is still the same typical Indian husband who assumes that his mom is like my mom(over caring and does all that is done for him even when his tucked in office) and the mil is still the typical indian MIL who knows about his son and plays her dual role very effectively (when son is around and when son is not around)....
Am going to narrate the days events , as the husband is never going to understand what i go thro when he is away and my mil thrives on the blind love of his son on her... welcome to the musings of a professionally decent person who failed to make it to the list of ideal bahu....:)
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