My uncle committed suicide yesterday. He was only 35 years old and had been struggling with depression for more than 10 years. He got into an arranged marriage and had his only daughter one year after marriage.
My aunt didn’t know that he was on medication. After three years of marriage, she found out that he was taking antidepressants and left for Kathmandu with their daughter, leaving him alone at home.
After that, she started distancing herself from him. My uncle kept trying his best to close that distance. He used to visit her once a month.
He was a very innocent man. He never got much education because he joined the Maoist Janamukti Sena when he was only 9 years old. Since then, he mostly did labor work in the village, saved money, and sent almost all of his earnings to my aunt.
A year later, my aunt left her rented room, moved somewhere else, and didn’t even tell my uncle. He again tried his best to find and visit them, but she wouldn’t let him. She asked for a divorce, but he refused. This went on for years.
My cousin is now 11 years old. Two years ago, my aunt started sending my cousin to stay with my uncle occasionally. They officially got divorced a year ago.
My cousin started visiting him more often, but only for 2–3 days at a time because that little kid seemed to hate my uncle deeply. I believe my aunt filled her mind with negativity about him.
Four days ago, my cousin came to my uncle again with a big bag, carrying all her clothes, seemingly ready to stay with him. But the same issue happened again—she clearly did not want to live there with him.
She fought and cried the whole night, begging him to send her back to her mamaghar. Then, the next day, she dropped a bomb.
While talking to our grandfather, she said, “There is an uncle in Kathmandu. He always gives me chocolates. He loves me, and he loves my mother even more. He is a very good guy. But whenever he comes to our place, I can’t sleep with my mother. She always takes me to the kitchen room. That’s the only thing I hate about him.”
My uncle heard that and was completely devastated.
He sent her back to her grandparents’ house that same day. Yesterday, we found him hanging by a rope in his own room.
He was my favorite uncle ever. He loved every child like his own. I love you so much, uncle. May you rest in peace wherever you are.
And to that bitch aunt, fuk you, fukkk you bitchhh. I have so much anger in my heart right now that I can’t even put it into words.i just hope karma hits you sooner than later.
So please guys, don’t rush into marriage, and be extra careful with arranged marriages. Personally, after seeing all this, I would tell people to think very carefully before doing arrange marriage, it’s scary!!