“Monogamous relationship is the only way of life. Either have a committed monogamous partner or die if you can’t handle your desires. Who will take care of you in old age other than your partner? God would have created someone for you, go find that someone fast and be committed. I hate people who change their boyfriends every month. What’s the difference between humans and animals, if we sleep with anyone and everyone around? Oh, God, when will I find my Mr. Right? I am sure this year, my Mr. Right will come and pick me up on his white horse. Marrying a straight girl is better than being single throughout life.”
This was precisely the kind of
thinking I had a few years back. I was desperately looking to fall in love with
the Mr. Right. I was so confident of my down-to-earth and adjusting nature that
I thought I could make any relationship successful. And I was not completely wrong. I did the
same and made a successful relationship for as long as two-and-a-half years,
only to finally realize that “Success doesn’t mean long lasting, success means
being happy”.
It’s been almost a year now since
my ex moved out of my house, leaving me with memories of agony, abuse, lies and
cheating. I started to think, and fail to understand, why my Mr. Right was
never right for me and why I could not
become his reason for living. I was confused whether to blame him because he
did so or whether to blame myself because I was so blind and desperately
waiting to fall in love and had made an utterly wrong choice. I did not forgive
him, and cursed him for months, thinking that I was punishing him - only to
realize that I was punishing myself. Usual phases of losing trust in love, followed with friends reminding me not to let him rule my life and change my opinions of love just
because of one incident that happened.
Now when I started re-building my
life as a single gay man out of a bad relationship, when I started talking to
different kinds of people and heard their issues, I realized that my problems
are not so big. At least not as big as,
“Problems of a closeted gay man
who is entangled in a hetero-sexual marriage, unable to cope up with the
pressure of being monogamous to someone whom he doesn’t get attracted to,
Problems of a gay man whose
parents keep making him sit on yagnas to remove his gay evil,
Problems of a gay man who is
unable to overcome the fears of HIV even after multiple tests which always
showed negative, years after the partner whom he slept with reported positive,
Problems of a straight wife to a
gay man, who struggled years of her life going to beauty-parlors to make the
husband show some interest in her,
Problems of a closeted gay man,
who comes to know that his sister’s fiancé is someone whom he slept with,
Problems of an open gay man, who
is unable to accept the fact that his US-settled-brother was ok with his white
friends being gay but not his own brother,
Problems of a married gay man,
who comes to know of his HIV positive status only through his wife’s pregnancy
test during their second child’s birth,
Problems of a gay boy who has no
one to come out to because of his separated parents and their respective not-so-friendly spouses,
Problems of a man, who is unable
to define his sexuality in the whole queer spectrum because he gets sexually
attracted to only men, but romantically attracted to only women,
Problems of a gay man who curses
his highly educated professor parents, for not having understood and accepted
him, unlike his close friend’s less literate parents”.
True. My problems are not as big
as theirs. My problem of not finding my Mr. Right is nothing compared to the
horrifying stories that I hear from many. But the problem is not small as well.
Then comes this thought. Whether or
not there exists Mr. Right, whether or not I believe I can have my love life, why
should I link my happiness to Mr. Right? Why should I postpone my happiness to
only after finding a Mr. Right? Why can’t I have a stable, happy life, without
Mr. Right involved in it?
Being a natural lover for
mathematics, I thought what is the probability of other bonds being stable than
just the romantic partner bond. Aren't those bonds
equally stable if not more compared to a bond with a Mr. Right? No, I am
not ruling out the possibility of finding Mr. Right, nor do I completely
believe that only romantic relationship is the way to go. I am just trying to
live a happy stable life, without waiting for Mr. Right to come and make me happy.
I find happiness and stability in
the bonds that I emotionally invested in last one year. The gay sister, the gay
mother, the gay friends, the gay judwa
brother and a big whole family of people who trust me and whom I trust, who
confide in me and whom I confide in, who help me and whom I help, who take
turns to stay with me in the hospital when I am ill, who look forward to me
whenever they are in trouble.
Yes, I am coming to your point of
what if they leave me. Well, Anything can
happen, and I am ok and prepared for it. After all, I am a fool if I still don't realize that there is nothing called 'forever' and it is 'change' that is constant. And even if I find my Mr. Right, obviously he will be a part of my family
too and I will be a part of his family, if it exists.
So instead of choosing to wait,
wait and wait to find my Mr. Right, postponing my happiness forever, here I choose
to invest in those bonds which make my life memorable.
