I’m 31F, married to 29M, and we’ve been married for 5 years. I married someone from another country and moved to a third country where I had previously worked remotely, hoping to build a life with him there. My family opposed the marriage just because he was from another country. They explicitly told me I would never get married and would spend my life financially supporting them. I was the only practicing muslim in my family. I also experienced sexual abuse from my brother when I was a child, and I’d always dreamed of leaving and building an honorable life for myself.
After marriage I discovered I had vaginismus. My husband would scream at me and force the situation and I became pregnant despite us never having been able to have normal intercourse. I was already overwhelmed because I was financially responsible for the household and wasn’t ready for everything happening at once. I then experienced severe back pain and eventually had a miscarriage. Later, when my husband became financially capable of contributing, he still wouldn’t spend money on the household. He was constantly on FaceTime with his mother, and I barely had the chance to discuss anything with him. When he worked, he would deliberately stay late so he could get recognition at work, leaving me alone.
He constantly criticized things about me, including my food, he would stare at my plate and make comments, or tell me to dye my hair black, wear makeup, and learn how to be a woman for my husband. The stress became unbearable, and I went from 50 kg to 38 kg. His comments became increasingly hurtful, and eventually, I couldn’t eat in front of him anymore. Whenever I saw him, my stomach would hurt and become so bloated that it looked huge. I started waiting until he left the house to eat, often rushing through whatever food I could find before he returned. My relationship with food became so unhealthy that I genuinely feared for my life if things continued this way.
He also started telling me that angels curse a woman who refuses intimacy with her husband, which made me feel even more pressured. Eventually, I asked for a separation. I became even more isolated, and I felt like I’d forgotten how to eat normally. I would go to work while struggling with everything happening at home, and months passed. I was terrified because I didn’t know what to do. I felt I had nobody in this world except him, while my health kept deteriorating. At work, people even made comments about me, sometimes behind my back, suggesting something must be wrong with my marriage.
Eventually, we got back together. I told him everything he’d done and how much he’d hurt me and I don’t want intimacy. He has changed for the better, but I still reject him emotionally and physically. It’s like my mind and body can’t accept him anymore, even though I can see that some things have improved.
It’s been two years, and I’ve finally regained a healthy weight, but I feel increasingly isolated. I don’t know how to move forward or rebuild my life. I feel like there’s no way out for me, and I don’t know what to do anymore. More than anything, I just want to be able to eat normally again without having to hide from him or wait for him to leave the house.