I had a love marriage after 5 years of being in a relationship. Both our families agreed reluctantly. I thought love would conquer all, but the moment marriage talks began, his family shamelessly demanded dowry. My parents refused. Still, the wedding was fixed, and I resigned from my job at a top MNC, thinking I was stepping into a new chapter of love and stability. From Day 1, his family began their slow, calculated humiliation of me and my parents. Every chance they got, they made sure to put us down.
And the worst part? My husband stood there, blind and spineless, believing his family was innocent while they were orchestrating emotional abuse behind his back or worse, with his silent approval. I was heartbroken, but I still clung to the hope that things would get better. Instead, I watched my so called “partner” become a puppet to his family. Every decision, every word, every action he followed their orders while ignoring my pain. I started fighting for my place, for my sanity, but it all spiraled into louder arguments and deeper wounds.
And the emotional damage from before marriage? It only grew. A few months in, I got pregnant. Instead of joy, I was met with resistance. His family didn’t want the child they thought it was “too early.” Mind you, this man is the last one in his family to marry. His siblings are all settled with kids and financially squeezing him for support. Their frustration? Dumped entirely on me. While pregnant, I faced the worst cruelty. I lost all touch with my maternal family thanks to my MIL. One day, she even refused to let me eat after an argument.
I stayed hungry the entire day, crying in pain and silence. The depression took over. I had suicidal thoughts. And what did my husband do? Blamed me for everything. He defended his mother, even when she emotionally tortured me. At six months pregnant, he coldly said, “Let’s get divorced.” I eventually gave birth to a baby boy. But the scars from the past haven’t faded. My child is 2 now, and I still can’t escape the trauma. Every time I see my MIL, I go numb blank just pure hatred and sadness flood me.
When I cry, my husband gaslights me saying, “Why do you want me to feel guilty for what my mother did?” As if I’m the villain for expressing the pain they inflicted. I feel trapped. I want to run, but I stay because my child deserves a father’s love. My husband does love the child he says “blood is more important than anything else.” But what about me? What about the woman who gave up everything for this illusion of love?
Now I plan to restart my career once my son starts school. But I’m lost, confused, emotionally wrecked. I just want to heal. I just want happiness. Is that too much to ask?
Question: How do I make my suffering fade?
Option 1: Did he ever really love me?
Option 2: Should I go for therapy to overcome the trauma?
i dont know how to to comfort but you are suffering so much that i cant even imagine , your mil is the worst human i have never heard or seen cruelty to this level take my advice and tell this to your unmanly husband what is he for if he cant even protect you emotionally you should not have married him atleast talk to your parents its look like they are the only ones who really care for you so tell them what you are going through, you can talk to me it will help gmail:dager1261@gmail.com and if not comforatble with some stranger atleast go see a therapist.