Because I am… maybe… Super Sensitive and I hate being one!
I wish I knew how I could overcome it but I have realized, maybe I can never.. maybe I will stay like this for the rest of my life, because I have a heart with soft corner, because I am kind… because I can feel for people, because I can empathize than sympathize… and beyond that… I expect too… which is one more stupidest thing about me 
I try not to expect from people but in my conscious, it somehow develops itself!!
I hate how people can be harsh, I hate when one sees someone in trouble and shows no concern, I hate to see hard-hearted people who doesn’t care about a person who is injured… like even if I see someone has shed some blood due to cutting onion, I try my best to provide her immediate aid… but I have seen people around saying…oho… tum bas yehi karti raho and walk away… I hate when you are genuinely telling someone how you are feeling ill and they just ignore and tell you zara aaj biryani paka do, bohat mazay ki banati ho…or make you count their toothaches to legaches only when you just mention about headache…
As most of you know that I have gone through a miscarriage lately and it wasn’t a minor case but was an ectopic pregnancy (which, if isn’t treated effectively or early, can cause a mother’s death). Alhamdulillah it was treated really early and I didnt have to face a hard time BUT yes, I was depressed emotionally as well as not good health wise. (Most of you know what I went through for 2 and a half months so I don’t need to mention).
Among a couple of reasons, my health recovery was a primary reason for me to come back here on vacations. Ofcourse when I was there, I could never see my husband managing house chores along with his job and also for the change of environment.
All those times, I felt really close to GS that it turned out to be my family and lot of Guppies and Guppans wished me best, prayed for me, understood my situation, shared their experiences to make me feel better, gave me suggestions and also gave me moral support AND MORE IMPORTANTLY all of you were just my online friends, who know about me nothing closely…
and People here around me…are just being player of words but nothing… none of you has seen me going through this all but felt it… and none of them (inlaws) have seen me gone through but how cant they feel? where are their senses? They expect me to work..
while I am still suffering from severe backache when standing for long! Washing dishes makes me feel so tired and weak…
I cant go to my mom’s place because my parents are not in Pak currently.. they are on visit to my bro’s place. (Mideast).
Also I am too much addicted to my own room that I can’t now adjust sleeping somewhere else.
Why people are like that? Why they act so hard-hearted? why when its about their daughter, they just call and tell her “you are not supposed to work, go and sit in your room and take rest if there are a lot of guests” without noticing or CARING that their Bahu is sitting right in front of them and what will she think and feel?
How one can be so dheet?
I remember once my nand was at home few days back and because I had just arrived from UK and I was given a break and she said… oh mujhay halka sa chakkar aaya and my sil said to the FIL, aaj roti bazar se laa do… and how about me? one who suffered from such an incidence? Am I not someone’s daughter?
I just dont like discussing issues in my family…I know my mother would be worried and so I never let her know things like that…neither I want to share every single thing with my hubby because he obviously will be more worried and if he calls to his mother and takes my favor, I know what would happen… maybe thats why I share with you people…
Because all of you have been really a great friend of mine when I needed them around 
But I am really stressed out now, and even after trying to overcome it…because I am sensitive…super sensitive…I cant help stop thinking!!
and Believe me, I treated him so badly.. 