For most working women, at the least once in their life will face a situation, where they may need to give up their job. Here is wish to share my situation, which turned me a homemaker.
For most women of this century, turning into a homemaker all of sudden gives a mild heart attack. When forced into a situation, where their job turns into a secondary one and family comes first, for sure they choose to become a homemaker. But still the pain of being jobless keeps them in a dilemma. Whenever get chances, they self pity themselves, associating each and every occurrence as pointing them and making fun on them for being jobless.
I’m one victim of that situation. I worked as a Software Engineer in a top MNC, with a very good salary. From the status of “Lower Middle Class”, my family raised as “Upper Middle Class”. I were always happy and proud about my job. I got married three years before and my husband is also a Software Engineer. We both were so happy that both our offices were just 2kms apart and we always had enough time to meet in between. We just kept enjoying each and every moment of life.
Later, when I got pregnant, I didn’t bother much my job, as I thought there would be some way and something will turn at that time. So I kept myself happy talking to my baby, always touching my stomach. I started to feel the bond between me and my baby inside. I used to keep talking most of the time. Even when in office, I used to go to the restroom whenever I felt talking to my baby. I loved that. I took maternity leave little earlier, so that I could enjoy more time talking to my baby. I felt my baby responded to me most of the times by giving a kick back.
After my delivery, I didn’t feel like going anywhere leaving my son, even for a moment. Till I had leave, I didn’t felt the pressure. But when the days ran and I were in condition to join back the job, I felt the real fact slapping on my face and I couldn’t tolerate that. I always used to be in a dilemma, thinking whether I should leave my son to my parents and go to job or should I resign. Every day, I woke up with lot of thoughts and pain. My parents or in-laws were not in a condition to come to my job location, which was around 500km from my native. My heart broke as days passed.
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