Loneliness – is It Your Story Too?

LONELINESS – IS IT YOUR STORY TOO?

I have always live in a joint family before marriage. Never lived in a hostel. A sensitive, emotional fool I have always been. Though lived for two years with my grandparents, during my post graduation. Immediately after which I got engaged to a person staying in Mumbai, although our turf is the same. It was an arranged marriage very well thought about by many experienced people involved in taking the decision. Even I was convinced, and prepared by all of it.

The final day came, and my life was about too change forever. Which I guess no one realizes till the time you actually experience it. Anyhow, now it has been five years, we have a son, a very adorable son. My better half is very good by heart, a sober down to earth person, doing good professionally. He is kind of very practical, not very emotional person, bold, an adjusting to an extent. He is used to living alone because of his education and job that too in a place like Mumbai. Recently we moved to a different station because of my husband’s transfer. Basically we are poles apart in our attitude and nature, we are two extremes.

Living in a nuclear family now, with no friends around, and my husband being extremely introvert, life is becoming little difficult to deal with. I had always thought of a life partner, to be someone who is your comfort zone, with whom you can share anything and everything, it doesn’t matter how you behave in front of him. But practically I am going through a different life. The whole day I am alone, waiting for my husband to come in the night, with a hope that we will talk something, though I know inside that we would have nothing to talk about, but still in hope. Even if we have something it has to precise, and meaningful, to the point discussion. Just like in the corporate. Probably he is now so used to that lifestyle. I feel that I understand his situation, and for that I don’t interfere much. He goes out for official dinners, I don’t even question. I give him the space he wants, and I am getting the extra space which I never ask for. We go out for dinners, no movies, no activities, nothing more than that on the weekends. The problem is that now I feel lonely, because I have nobody to share my thoughts, my feelings. I tried working, but with the growing child its difficult for me. I get frustrated, my loneliness is hitting me hard, and I don’t know whether I am the only one! Just wanted to know if there’s somebody out there who shares my story. Is it your story too?