I’m 21F, Punjabi, born and raised in Canada, and I’m genuinely so exhausted with how my parents treat my relationship.
I love my boyfriend, but my parents seem to care more about his education, career, looks, and what other people will think than whether I’m actually happy with him.
For context, my boyfriend is also Punjabi, and we’ve known each other since high school. He’s currently working in HVAC and building a career in the trades. He’s hardworking, makes his own money, and is working toward his future. But apparently, because he didn’t go to university and isn’t pursuing some prestigious white-collar profession, he’s automatically not good enough for me.
I’m currently in university pursuing my business degree, and my parents seem to think that because I’m getting a degree, I should only marry someone who has an equally impressive educational background or career.
My dad has repeatedly called my boyfriend ugly, a loser, and uneducated. He’s even said that my boyfriend looks like the “eighth wonder of the world” because he’s supposedly so ugly and that I need to get my brain checked for finding him attractive.
Like, what kind of thing is that to say about someone your daughter loves?
What’s even more ridiculous is that my parents have actually tried to set me up with another Punjabi guy they know who’s studying engineering. I’m not attracted to this guy whatsoever. He’s genuinely not my type, and I cannot picture myself being romantically involved with him.
When I told my parents that I don’t find him attractive, their response was basically, “So what if he’s ugly? He’s doing engineering.”
I’m sorry, WHAT???
Since when did someone’s degree become more important than whether you actually love them, find them attractive, or enjoy being around them?
Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone I’m not attracted to just because he has an engineering degree and my parents can brag about their son-in-law to relatives?
I understand wanting your daughter to marry someone financially stable. I want that for myself too. But there’s a difference between wanting financial security and being obsessed with status.
And the hypocrisy makes it even worse. My parents previously approved of someone I dated who worked in the same field and had a similar educational background to my current boyfriend. So clearly, having a university degree isn’t always their deciding factor.
My mom has made it clear that they won’t support the marriage, and they’ve basically told me that if I choose him, I’m on my own.
They’re planning to move to British Columbia in approximately two years, which is around the time I’ll be graduating from university. They’ve suggested that if I continue choosing my boyfriend, I can stay behind and figure things out myself.
I’m also their only child, which makes this even more upsetting. I genuinely don’t understand how they can be so willing to damage their relationship with their own daughter over someone she chooses to love.
Another thing that bothers me is the double standard in my extended family. My cousin married a Black woman, which was apparently a huge deal culturally for some relatives, but his parents still spent a significant amount of money on their wedding. When I brought this up, my parents dismissed it by saying his parents weren’t happy about the marriage.
But that’s exactly my point. You don’t have to be thrilled about every decision your adult child makes to still love and support them.
I’m just so tired of feeling like my relationship is some kind of embarrassment to my family.
I work, go to university, and am trying to build a future for myself. I’m not asking my parents to financially support my boyfriend or make my decisions for me. I just wish they could respect that I’m an adult who deserves to choose her own partner.
I don’t want to wake up 20 years from now married to someone I never truly wanted just because he looked good on paper and made my parents happy.
To other Desis who have been through this:
Did your parents care more about your partner’s education, career, income, and family reputation than how they actually treated you?
Did they eventually come around, or did you have to accept that they might never approve?
And genuinely, why are some brown parents so concerned about what relatives and the community think, even when it comes at the expense of their own children’s happiness?
I love my parents, but I’m starting to feel like their love and support are conditional on me living the life they’ve chosen for me, rather than the one I want for myself.