The journey from being a starry-eyed girl to a tough, Phoenix-like, determined woman was far from a bed of roses.
Just out of grad school, with dreams in the heart and absolute naiveté about relationships, roles and life in general, she stepped into the dream-world of marriage with 'the man of her dreams'. Little did she realise that this was a house of cards and the Princess of Hearts was in for a rude shock.
The troubles started as early as two months into the marriage. Arguments, ceaseless fights and cold wars became the order of the day. The Princess was immature but so was the Prince, who was nine years older. The reasons for the tiffs were silly and foolish, but neither realised it. Despite efforts, the situation only worsened each day.
Then came the day when the Princess turned into a Queen, when a sweet little princess was born to her. She loved her to distraction. Being very young herself, the little princess was like a live toy and she took great care to see that the little one had the best of everything.
All the household chores were less dreary and tiresome because she finished them quick so that she’ll get more time to spend with her favourite-st little princess.
She was happy in her own little world, even though the tiffs and cold wars still continued. But after a point, it grew so bad that the little princess refused to go to her father because she sensed the discord and heard him ranting and raving at her mother. The father loved her a lot too but the little one refused to go anywhere near him because she was too scared. He even tried bribes but nothing worked.
By the time the little princess turned two, she started being affected by the ceaseless fights and cold silences between the only two adults she knew. She started becoming withdrawn, remained mostly quiet and was easily startled... even by the sound of her father’s bike.
She refused everybody's company, made no friends in her playschool and clung to her mother all the time. When the mother left her to go to the bathroom, she cried till the door was opened and she was cuddled.
The Queen tried many ways to prevent the quarrels and have a peaceful atmosphere for the little princess to grow up in, but she sadly failed.
That is when the Queen took a decision. No compromises on the physical, mental and emotional development of her little princess. If she wanted her unscarred and healthy, physically, emotionally and mentally, she would have to leave.
The decision, though tough and painful, brought relief to both parties. Maybe they just weren’t meant to be.
The princess and the queen were quite alone, but not lonely because they had other people who loved them.
After a long tough journey, twenty years later, the princess, a thorough all-rounder, earns her living in a good company and supports her mom in every way.
Life has almost come a full circle. The little princess now looks after the physical, emotional and mental well-being of the queen, who still has some fight left in her. Together they make a great team.
Once upon a time, I had to choose and I chose my daughter, her well-being, her life. From then on, she has been both my “and” and “or”, never making me have to choose between anything else ever again. She AND I.
This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus“
Just out of grad school, with dreams in the heart and absolute naiveté about relationships, roles and life in general, she stepped into the dream-world of marriage with 'the man of her dreams'. Little did she realise that this was a house of cards and the Princess of Hearts was in for a rude shock.
The troubles started as early as two months into the marriage. Arguments, ceaseless fights and cold wars became the order of the day. The Princess was immature but so was the Prince, who was nine years older. The reasons for the tiffs were silly and foolish, but neither realised it. Despite efforts, the situation only worsened each day.
Then came the day when the Princess turned into a Queen, when a sweet little princess was born to her. She loved her to distraction. Being very young herself, the little princess was like a live toy and she took great care to see that the little one had the best of everything.
All the household chores were less dreary and tiresome because she finished them quick so that she’ll get more time to spend with her favourite-st little princess.
She was happy in her own little world, even though the tiffs and cold wars still continued. But after a point, it grew so bad that the little princess refused to go to her father because she sensed the discord and heard him ranting and raving at her mother. The father loved her a lot too but the little one refused to go anywhere near him because she was too scared. He even tried bribes but nothing worked.
By the time the little princess turned two, she started being affected by the ceaseless fights and cold silences between the only two adults she knew. She started becoming withdrawn, remained mostly quiet and was easily startled... even by the sound of her father’s bike.
She refused everybody's company, made no friends in her playschool and clung to her mother all the time. When the mother left her to go to the bathroom, she cried till the door was opened and she was cuddled.
The Queen tried many ways to prevent the quarrels and have a peaceful atmosphere for the little princess to grow up in, but she sadly failed.
That is when the Queen took a decision. No compromises on the physical, mental and emotional development of her little princess. If she wanted her unscarred and healthy, physically, emotionally and mentally, she would have to leave.
The decision, though tough and painful, brought relief to both parties. Maybe they just weren’t meant to be.
The princess and the queen were quite alone, but not lonely because they had other people who loved them.
After a long tough journey, twenty years later, the princess, a thorough all-rounder, earns her living in a good company and supports her mom in every way.
Life has almost come a full circle. The little princess now looks after the physical, emotional and mental well-being of the queen, who still has some fight left in her. Together they make a great team.
Once upon a time, I had to choose and I chose my daughter, her well-being, her life. From then on, she has been both my “and” and “or”, never making me have to choose between anything else ever again. She AND I.
This post is a part of #UseYourAnd activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette Venus“
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