My life had changed drastically, I was once a happily married man with a lovely daughter and now I was becoming a bitter lonely man. I could not comprehend what had happened, my life was upside down. The love of my life, the woman I adored ,the woman I fought for to marry, walked out on me. One minute I was giddy with happiness just floating up there in the sky like a hot air balloon and all of a sudden I came crushing down. I felt like I was cursed I kept asking myself did I wrong someone? Did I deserve this?
I spent most of my free time with my friends . I just wanted to be with people who made me laugh and forget what happened even temporarily. I spent a lot of time with Ali, he was a funny character and was always making jokes. Ali is originally from Yemen and he is the only one of my friends who is happily married. He has married his cousin a lovely girl who was lively, full of fun and very content. They were married for ten years and had three handsome boys. A few years ago Fatma was diagnosed with breast cancer and had macestomy She was a very brave woman and went through all her treatment with a smile on her face. She had great faith in Allah and never for a moment questioned why it was her and not someone else. Because she had great Eman she recuperated quickly and with the Grace of Allah became well and much stronger. Fatma, like me, could not understand what happened to Sara. Fatma wanted to talk to her but I was against it because as far as I am concerned, it was too late. Sara made bad decisions and took wrong steps which are irreversible. I told Fatma that this was our problem and we will solve it ourselves.
I think Sara was living with Rana in the springs.When Rasheed divorced Rana, he was instructed by the courts to pay for her accommodation and also a certain allowance for her and the baby. Rashed made a hasty decision to divorce her so now he is paying for her upkeep . The worst part Rana was making it very difficult for Rasheed to see his son. Every time he would go back to the courts and he just got fed up of it all . He told her Saif was his son and one day will come to look for him and he did not like her dirty games. When Sara was with me she tried to persuade Rana to let Rasheed see his son but Rana made it very difficult. Now l was sure Sara will play the same game with me . It was in their blood to be mean and torture a guy until he comes down to his knees.
A month passed and I did not see Tamara. I asked my lawyer to take the necessary steps so I could see my daughter. He asked me to hang on a little as he had another strategy . Sara was flooding me with messages mostly cursing me and now it was my parents. She said that my parents were hypocrites , they pretended to love her but never did and it was good that she found out in the early years of our marriage. I thought this girl had gone bananas, how could she dare say that when my parents were always very supportive and did everything to make her comfortable? They took care of Tamara anytime she asked them and brought her gifts, sent her maids to help her in her house etc etc .She was very ungrateful and short sighted.
After work I went to the gym, the workout exhausted me and helped me sleep soundly. It was work , gym , out with friends, visiting family , dessert trips , boat trips anything to make me busy so as not to think of Tamara. Every room that I walked in reminded me of Sara and Tamara so one weekend I brought cartons and boxes and put all Sara clothes, shoes, make up, perfumes, fashion jewellery after all,she had already taken all precious and real jewellery when she left.. I spent all weekend putting all her things in the boxes. Everything! All the stuff that I bought her , what my parents brought her and what she bought with my money because she never worked when we were married. They were several boxes and it took me the whole weekend to remove her stuff. I removed all our wedding pictures and was tempted to tear the photos but then decided to put them in a folder for Tamara so I left them in the library .I did not leave even one lipstick I just did not want to see anything in the house which would remind me of her.I left only the wedding dress which came from the dry cleaners I thought of giving it to my sisters maybe they could give it to any one in need. Maybe it will be useful to someone who cannot afford a beautiful dress.
The following weekend I packed some of Tamara's things and just left a few toys and her bed. Most of the time I kept her room closed so I would not be reminded of her. The house looked empty but I felt better, it was like my bachelor days. I was now psychologically prepared to face whatever would happen , nothing could be worst,we will have to wait and see what will happen.
