@tinoo - i can understand your frustration at Anandi but i can still empathise with her - and here is why...
in my teens i fell in love, we had a great romance for years and then we got engaged and he left for UK for work ( i had just started working in India) and then an year and half later we got married and i left to UK.
and then followed the worst year of my life...it was like my boyfriend had a personality transplant before becoming my husband! i suffered mental torture with him for one year (no job yet in UK)! he was suspicious of everything, he would come home and press redial button, dial 1471 to see who called last, had a problem even if his best friend from work came home to dinner and spoke to me in a friendly fashion ...dont want to go into the details...
and then came to India for a holiday (after finding a job, long holiday b4 starting new job) and things hit the roof in India...no one in wither family knew what was going on...
but he convinced me that he will change etc and v went back...but within days it was back to square one...
and then one day i just walked out on him... oviously the entire world found out and tried to convince me that i have to compromise, fights happen etc. etc...an year later we got divorced formally and this was more than 13 years ago
now am happily married for 10 years...i live in India now and i dont anything about what he has done with his life...
few weeks ago i was shopping in a mall with my sis-in-law and i was going up the escalator and there he was walking across the floor ...
and believe me even after all these years i turned to ice...couldnt move...the person behind me had to hold my hand and get me off the escalator...had seen him in london (i lived there for 10 yrs) a few times in the Indian areas and it was always the same ... an un-namable feeling...
the memories come back...good bad ugly...all of it... he was my first love and it all went so terribly wrong...
i have no feelings towards him per se but there is no rational explanation for how i react...and i am not weak by any standards, when i left him in London I didnt know a single person whom i could call a friend in that whole blessed country. moved in as a PG with an old gujju couple and licked my wounds in utter complete privacy. never once i questioned or regretted my decision about leaving him - i was 100% sure that it was right for me (and in a way for him too as he could never be happy as his suspicions would always come to the fore). one morning i woke up next to him and the Q was do i want to wake up to this every single morning for the rest of my life - and the answer from every pore of my being was a big NO - i will not pay for the rest of my life for one mistake, marrying the wrong guy..and that was the day i decided to leave him forever...
but despite all this and all those years behind me ...i find it amazing that his face has the power to turn me into a block of ice...i dont cry like Anandi but yes something shifts in my universe for a bit and then it rights itself too...
sorry for the long post...