I called my dad to pick me up and his mom and he yelled at my parents that ‘If I can’t have a baby then I’m good for nothing’. That was the first time my parents were involved (I tried not to tell them but I’m sure they knew long before). My dad yelled back at them. I asked my dad to not pick up a fight and we left their house.
His father came to my parents’ house and did a big drama – cried and touched my dad’s feet and asked to send me back but I decided it was enough. My parents and sisters supported my decision.
In the meantime I got a visiting fellowship to Scotland and went there for 2 months. As soon as I returned, FIL brought his son to repeat the drama. Then brought older people in our community and begged for a second chance. The fool that I was, I gave him that second chance. Nope, nothing changed.
If anything changed it was just them being smarter. They gave my kinetic to SILs daughter because I didn’t need it any more. Another drama that FIL is really sick and needs surgery but no one has access to his a/c to withdraw money, if I lend money (I had money saved from my Scottish fellowship and they’re eyeing that money) they’ll return it once he is well.
Nothing happened to him, there was no surgery once they got money. The maid left, they couldn’t find new maid – of course I was the new maid (maid was for floor cleaning only). Whenever I said no to sex it was because I get enough outside. That guy was sick.
At this point I knew it’s never going to work. After a huge fight when he and his father told me that I was worth nothing, unless they pay the MLA, no one going to hire me, not even for Rs 2000 and I will be sleeping with my colleagues to make ends meet, I left their house in whatever I was wearing. Packed my books and work related CDs, told his parents not to create drama again, and went to my parents’ house.
I rented an apartment in Ber Sarai, stayed there for few months and then told my advisor that I wanted to finish my final year of PhD abroad and he agreed to it. I never told him anything related to my personal life but he knew what was going on (ex husband called him and accused of having an affair with me).
I was accepted for Johns Hopkins fellowship to visit for a year and that was my final year of PhD work. I remember the day before I left for JHU, my advisor came to my office and said- you’re a very talented scientist and a wonderful person, do not waste your life for a worthless fellow. First time I cried in front of him.
