Getting married and then scuttling of abroad to join hubby ,I had looked forward for a blissful life.Watching so many movies ,my dreams was just colorful. But every rose had thorns in it.
Cooking was not my cup of tea.Though not a good cook , I had tried all efforts to make it fine.
Wanted everyone to have what I made and was an enemy of throwing away food. His friends was there every day for dinner, I was only happy to serve.
Visiting a family to congratulate on their baby's arrival , I got the first shock of my life, when every one sat around me and made a mockery of my cooking. Tears were welling up in my eyes , but sadly no one knew. I try to put a brave front but it was something , I could't. Thankfully, I didn't make a scene there, reaching the car I sat silently crying ,when every one was chattering away.
After a few visits to some friends house , I knew I was becoming a clown where everyone pokes fun at.They all made mockery of me and enjoyed, even he didn't realize I was breaking .The ladies who cooked was feeling proud as if they have put together a Taj menu . I used to stare at their eyes feeling how happy they are, not because I am sad, feeling proud at their creativity. I glanced at my husband and his friends thinking did they ever realize , the person who they are teasing is the one who gets up at 4 am to cook for them, who makes sure that they have food even though they turn up at 11 pm, waiting for them.Did they ever think that I too was a human being, I too have a heart and it gets hurt. Ooph! no one knew.They were enjoying and trying to establish themselves as the best conversationalist, though I knew they were just jerks.
Recently,a new family landed up for sharing.I was happy as I got a new friend thinking I was not alone at that house when hubby turns up late night. The girl was a newly married one was taking her baby steps in cooking, to encourage her again I was targeted.I realized even the cooked rice I made was disgusting . do you know even boiling water and rice that was a good recipe and they simply said that , they were just coping up with my food.Everyone around the table were laughing at me and saying now they can have good food.I couldn't swallow my food ,though I kept a plastic smile on my face , I wanted to leave the table but didn't, the couple may feel bad.I sat thinking to encourage her why do they have to trample me.Why couldn't they just say she cooks well.Why its me always? Even I reached here as newly wed last year , has anyone thought of this.
Slowly ,I got up and left the table. I cried a lot and then decided enough was enough.I confronted my hubby and told I can't go on like this, I am standing this mockery for the past 1 year and am not going to handle this anymore. You people can have food from hotel. He just looked at me and said we were just joking, why are you taking this seriously.
My god! Don't these craps have a mind, can some one just joke on the same thing everyday for the past 365 days and still laugh.
Hell Man!!!!
I sat on the bed just staring at the wall.What should I do.Should I just make a habit of brushing of these incidents everyday or should I stop sitting at the table for dinner, I just don't know.
