My boyfriend and I are having serious problems right now, and what still shocks me is how everything started because of something as small as a mouse.

That day, we were just opening the door to our room when we saw an animal run inside our room. I remember shouting; he shouted too, and before we knew it, the thing had disappeared under our bed. Anyone who has lived in a compound house knows what that means.

It came from our co-tenant’s kitchen. We both shouted in surprise and jumped back. I remember my heart beating fast because I hate mice so much. They are dirty, they chew everything, they reproduce quickly, and once they enter a room, it becomes a real problem.

My boyfriend said, “We can’t sleep here unless we find it.”

So we decided to pack everything out of the room to look for it. We carried our clothes, bags, shoes, and even the mattress outside. It was stressful and exhausting, but we kept encouraging each other. At one point we even laughed about how a tiny mouse had turned our whole evening upside down. Finally, after searching everywhere, we found it hiding behind some boxes, and we killed it.

That should have been the end of the story.

But it wasn’t.

After that day, something in him changed.

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He suddenly became very close to the lady whose kitchen the mouse came from. At first I told myself I was imagining things. But then I started noticing patterns. He would wait for her at the roadside in the mornings and drop her at work. In the evenings, he would go and bring her home. Sometimes they would return almost midnight. I would be inside, waiting, watching the clock.

I tried to talk to him.

“What is going on?” I asked one evening.

He did not answer me properly. In fact, he stopped talking to me almost completely. He also stopped giving me my upkeep money. Meanwhile, he owes me a lot of money. I have supported him so many times. When I brought it up, I said calmly, “If you cannot give me money for food, then at least start paying the money you owe me.”

Instead of addressing it, he said he would leave the room for me and find somewhere else because he cannot continue with the relationship.

Just like that.

This is someone I have been with for over six years. He has done the knocking rite. We have had our issues, yes. He has cheated before. Several times. But we would argue, settle it, forgive, and move on because I believed in what we had built together.

Now he openly tells me he has two women and he will choose who to be with as time goes on.

Imagine hearing that from someone you have sacrificed for.

Whenever I try to talk, he insults me. He calls me a witch. He speaks to me like I am nothing. One Sunday, he left the house and came back very late. Later, his friend called me quietly and said he had gone to see his new girlfriend’s family.

The painful part is that we did not even quarrel before all this started. The very day the mouse entered our room, we were happy. We were fine. Then suddenly, everything shifted.

Now he does not allow me to touch his things. If he sees me, he gets irritated. It has been two months of this coldness. Two months of living in the same space with someone who acts like I am the enemy.

He says he will leave this week. Honestly, I do not have a problem with him leaving anymore. What is killing me is the money he owes me. Over 50,000. When I ask him about it, he laughs and says there are no rules to that. He says even if I go to the police, nothing will happen.

That is what is driving me crazy.

I have sacrificed so much for this man. I have helped him when he had nothing. And now he treats me like I am disposable.

Out of frustration, I took his car papers one day when he was not around. He is a driver. The car is his livelihood. I have the papers with me. Part of me is thinking, since he does not want to pay me, can I transfer the car into my name without him knowing? Can I use that as security for my money?

I am not even thinking about love anymore. I just want what belongs to me. I want my money back. I want closure. I want peace.

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Sometimes I sit alone and ask myself, how did a relationship of six years end like this, all because of a mouse that ran into our room one evening? How do you walk away from six years with nothing but insults and betrayal? How do you recover money from someone who suddenly acts like you never mattered?

That is where I am right now. Confused. Angry. Hurt. And trying to think clearly before I make a decision that could make things worse.

—Kakalika

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