Fight for My Dignity -GARIMA (LUCKNOW)-
So here’s the story of my life.
I trusted.
I loved.
I got betrayed.
And now… it’s a fight for my dignity.
I don’t even care anymore if someone stands by me or not. This is my truth.
I met a guy — not in some fancy way, just a simple meeting. He kept chasing me, wanting to talk, wanting to be around me. I tried ignoring it, but he didn’t stop. Eventually, I gave in. We went for a chai date, and something in his eyes told me he was genuine. I don’t know why, but I felt I could trust him.
He started living with me soon after. I fought with my organization to help him get a job there. I thought I was doing something good — helping someone build a life. We made that small flat our home.
One day, he told me he loved me. I remember telling him, “Don’t say that word unless you mean it.” But he said it again — and I believed him. I always did.
He said he would marry me. He said he wanted me — physically, emotionally, completely. I gave myself to him because I thought it was love. I thought it was forever.
Then one day, I found a message from another girl. Something felt off. When I confronted him, he said she was just after him, that she was obsessed. He went on his knees, cried, apologized. I forgave him. Foolishly.
He took me to meet his family in Uttarakhand. I met everyone — his mother, his relatives — they all welcomed me. They even called me pahadi bahu. I thought this was it. I thought I had found my family.
He left his job later, and I supported him. Financially, emotionally, in every way. I became his backbone — but the same girl’s messages appeared again. This time, he confessed. He had slept with her.
I remember fainting that day. When I woke up, he told me it was just a dream, that I was overthinking. He took me to a psychiatrist, made me take medicines, said I was losing my mind. And like a fool, I believed him again.
Later, he admitted it was true. He had cheated. Again. But I was already too broken to react. He promised he’d change. He even gave me his name, his surname. Told me I was his everything.
I told his mother everything too. She cried and said sorry. I told her not to worry — that I loved her son more than anything. That I forgave him.
He made me meet his family again, even told his mother he wanted to marry me. I believed him — one last time.
But then I found more texts. The same lies. The same betrayal. We fought. He promised me everything again — even a future. But that same future he destroyed when he made me lose our baby. He said, “Once the time is right, we’ll have one again.” But the time was never right for him.
Then, one day, while I was asleep, he packed his bags and left. Just like that. No goodbye. No explanation.
I ran like a mad person, trying to find him. I found him in Chattarpur. In front of the police, he wrote and signed a note saying he loved me, that he would marry me, that he wanted to stay with me. I believed him. Again.
When I brought him back home, that’s when I saw his real face. The one behind all those sweet words. He became violent. He hit me. He tortured me. Still, he’d say, “I love you.”
And then, one day, he did it again. Left me sleeping. Alone.
That was the day I realized — I wasn’t fighting for love anymore.
I was fighting for my dignity.
I’ll never defame him. I’ll never take revenge. Because I loved him — truly. Even when he destroyed me, I loved him.
But now, this isn’t about him.
It’s about me.
I was once the girl who couldn’t sleep without him.
Who couldn’t breathe without him.
Who couldn’t live without him.
But now, I am the woman who survived him.
He broke my heart, my mind, and my soul.
But he couldn’t take away my strength.
Because this time, my fight isn’t for love.
It’s for my dignity.
