Unsafe at the Safest Place

     So, my parents are looking for a groom for my sister nowadays, yes, for her arranged marriage. So, firstly, my mother would only bring names that were 15 to 20 years older than my sister. She was even told about men who are characterless, roadside thugs, high school failed, not earning and she had no problems to these, in comparison to my architect sister, from one of the beat architecture schools in India, working in the best firm in our hometown.

     Then finally, we got a guy who was still less qualified than my sister, but better than the other candidates. Then our family got to meet the guy's parents ad anyone, literally anyone with half a mind could see that the boy's mother would be abusive to my sister. They basically want a housewife for their son, who is ready to work like a donkey in the house after marriage. The boy's father is also of the same opinion and the boy would do anything his parents asked. 

     Moreover, when I went in front of them, they were more excited to see me than my sister. The mother who treated my sister like she was fly over shit, became the sweetest person to me. I told all these to my parents and they started treating me like I am outsider here to break this wedding. That I am the daughter of the devil. That I am worse than Hitler or Mussolini. 

     And, in case, you are thinking I am exaggerating, say thanks to God that you don't have a family like mine.

     Also, my mother said that if they want to have me in place of my sister, they can have me as long as they are ready to pay for me. 

     Ha!

     Do you know that my mother always claims to be modern and open minded but didn't even tell the guy's name to my sister, saying, "What will you do with his name?".

     You ask about our father? Well, he agrees to everything my mother says, adding, "She works day and night for you, can't you do even this much for her?", where this much can mean anything from us too working in the kitchen day and night to getting married to a 50 year old rapist.

     And all this reminds me of the times when my classmates would get jealous of me because I used to be good in studies. Yes, "used to be" because you can't remain even same after what I am going through on a daily basis.

     So, a couple of my friends have asked me why I share about myself so much, well, because the last time I did, I was told, "No! You must be misunderstanding something."

     Yes, I am misunderstanding the family I spent all my life with.