An Empty Womb
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An Empty Womb

Recently, a neighbour made a very personal remark about us in the context of us looking after the community dogs in our residential complex. Talking to authorities about what he considers is wrong, he said that we fed dogs because we have ‘no one to love’! He thought he was insulting us since don’t have children. What a sad man! This made me think of the many couples and more specifically women in India who suffer so much for having an ’empty womb’!

Here’s a first person account from a 35 something woman who has suffered due to this.

An Arranged Marriage

Married at age 24 to a man of my parent’s choice in a typical arranged marriage. Why did I not resist an arranged marriage? Because I thought that my parents knew best, and I was excited to get married!

I found it hard to adjust to my husband and his parents. I was the daughter of an Army Officer and was used to a lot more freedom and yes, even house help. At my in-laws place,  I  was expected to do all the household work. I was not allowed to make phone calls, without letting my husband or mother-in-law know who I was calling and why. I could eat only after the men of the house had eaten and having friends seemed like a forgotten luxury! Why did my parents choose to get me married to this man? I realized that they were given to understand that my husband was planning to move to his own place. He never did.

An Empty Womb

Then came the all important test I had to pass. Give birth to a son and heir. When month after month passed and I didn’t get pregnant, the pressure began to mount. Then after a year, it seemed like I was pregnant. My mother-in-law seemed to keep a diary of my cycle! She marched me off to a get a test done. I waited with bated breath for the results, hoping I was pregnant and could get her off my case.

When it was confirmed that I was pregnant, they couldn’t wait to have a gender test done. I too hoped that I was having a boy, because I shuddered to think of what would happen if the baby was a girl. It was a boy, and over the next two months, I was treated like a queen. Until that sad day, when I had a miscarriage and lost my baby. Life never was the same after that. My husband and his parents were never physically violent, but their pressure tactics, slights and insults began to kill me.

The End of Marriage #1

Six months after I lost my first baby, I was pregnant again, but had another miscarriage. That’s when all hell broke loose. One morning I woke up to find my husband and his parents huddled around the dining room. They informed me that a decision had been made. My husband was going to divorce me, on the grounds that I was not able to give him a child, and get married again. I was shocked, yet relieved. I called my parents who came the next day and took me to their home.

Back at my parent’s place, it seemed that I could breathe again. I decided to finish that MBA I started. That over, I began to work. I started to enjoy the life of a single, working woman. That was until I reached the age of 30. My parents began to look out for another husband for me. They worried that being an only child, I would have no one to ‘look after me’ after they had passed.

Take 2

This time, I promised myself that I would have more say in the choice of a husband. After meeting several guys, I met husband #2.  Suave, well-educated and open to dating before we were engaged, this guy had been married before too. I shared with him all the details of my previous marriage and told him not to expect me to give birth to a child. He promised he was fine with that.

A year after we were married, he began to put pressure on me to go the IVF route. He was very convincing and loving about it, so I obliged. I allowed myself to go through all the pain, the waiting, the disappointment for nothing. Two years later, when he has realized that I am definitely not going to get pregnant, he has started to talk of divorce too.

Another Statistic

Never in my wildest dreams (or nightmares) could I have guessed that I’d end being just another statistic. Another woman cast aside for no fault of her own. Another victim of society and its archaic set of rules – so different for men and women. I never dreamed that I would pay the price not once, but twice because my body couldn’t oblige. Because my womb couldn’t bring a baby to term. Because I could never make a man a father, or incidentally be a mother! I am the victim of an empty womb!

This is Day 49 of My 66-day Journey of Healing Through Writing and Sharing. As I mentioned in my post , I might be reposting some posts that I wrote a few years ago – mostly personal stories or those shared with me by others which talk about emotional pain and dealing with it


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