I am 17, turning 18 next year. I had a really bad episode of low blood pressure yesterday and had to get multiple IVs. My family brought in a doctor at home that has been treating them for a really long time. After putting in the IV, he did the usual BP check and heart rate check. Then he squeezed my stomach to check if there was any gas, which is fine of course, that wasn't the weird part

Then he put his hands on my chest, squeezing, asking if anything hurt. i thought that was just standard procedure, I said no it didn't hurt. then he did it multiple times, too many to count. I kept saying no it didn't hurt. His hands went over my nipples multiple times. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know if this was wrong or not. i was too scared to do anything. Then he went from asking if it hurts, to asking if I liked it. i pushed his hand away after that. Then he got up and left

I don't know what to feel about this. I don't understand what happened. I don't know what to do

Update: I was too scared to tell my mom so i told my sister first and then she told mom. My mom just ended up yelling at me, saying I'm too dumb and that I should've said something to them. She didn't even understand why I froze, Plus I had two IVs connected to me, How in the world was I supposed to go to them to tell them??? Such a beautiful world we live in

for context, i have never had the best female friendships or romantic endeavors and i feel i will always just be this lonely girl with so much sadness inside her.

none of my friends would ever put effort or go out of their way to help me but love ranting and asking me for help. the guy i was seeing said that he can't do long distance and i get it but why am i the one left alone again and again.

today as i am in my bed in a new city with noone to call, it makes me wonder why can't i escape this no matter how much i run away from my home. i just want to be loved

I got a job offer a couple days ago. It's a 3 month long internship with full time conversion based on performance (I've heard the conversation rates are high). The stipend is 30k.

My mother is extremely emotionally abusive, she has always provided for me financially but she put me through a lot. All I've ever wanted was to earn so that I could get the fuck away from her. 2 months ago we had a huge fight so I ran away from my house and have been staying at uncle's+granny's house since.

Anyways, I need to move to a different state in a week for the job. My mom does not want me to. She came to my uncle's house a couple hours ago and it's like world war 3 here (I locked myself in a room).

My uncle and granny cannot financially support my move, only my mom can but since she's saying she won't, I'm thinking of applying for one of those instant loans available on UPI apps. I'll need 30k for rent + first months expenses. I can pay it back within 6 months, I'll have to pay around 4-5k extra bcoz interest but I should be able to manage.

Has anyone faced something like this? Does anyone have any experience with instant loans like these? Is it a good move?

Hello lovely women! I'm currently 24 years old and I really want to move out of my parents house, I feel like my life is stuck and I will not be able to grow as a person as long as I am stuck here.

For the past two years I've been building up my savings, making sure I have an emergency fund and a good credit score etc. Financially, I think I'm in an okay place.

But I feel really inept with how to take the next steps. For now, I work remotely, which I initially thought would mean freedom to work from anywhere, but it has instead turned into a tool that my family is using to blackmail me (I am the only child and they somehow think me wanting to leave means I hate them) I've tried to have multiple conversations about how this is more about me just wanting to learn to be independent etc and is now someone I've given up on. I'm afraid the longer I stay the harder it is going to be to leave.

Everyone around me wants me to just leave, but I also know what life is like for single women in India, with renting etc being extremely difficult. My dream would be to live in a collective with multiple other women honestly haha. I'm afraid that cutting ties with my family means I'll not have anyone to fall back on if anything goes wrong (my friends are absolutely amazing but as mostly young women themselves have very little power and autonomy).

Has anyone been in a situation like this? How did you deal with it? I would love to hear your thoughts and I would love advice, all I ask is for you to be kind with it even if it's difficult to swallow. Thank you :)

20F and my bestie 22F went out drinking yesterday for my birthday (which is today). We found this place that sells cocktails and bougie-ass drinks for quite cheap.

Anyways, we got pretty drunk because we kept ordering drink after drink, and the drinks were pretty strong. We weren't wasted or anything, but we were definitely wobbling a little when we stood up.

At one point, we noticed these old men staring at us. And when I say old, I mean older than our dads, who are both in their 40s. These men were probably in their late 50s or even 60s, and they wouldn't even look away when we caught them staring. It was uncomfortable as fuck, but we decided to ignore them and enjoy ourselves.

When we left, we literally had to walk past them, and these men maintained eye contact the entire time. It was so fucking weird. I can't explain how fucking weird it was the way they were maintaining eye contact while staring at us. Anyways, we went to a park, took pictures, and then headed towards a mall around 8 or 9 p.m.

And guess who we ran into again? These same men, who were coming out of the bar. For context, we were wearing slightly revealing outfits (as in our cleavage was showing, but otherwise, we were fully covered. Which, like, it's my fucking birthday. Let me dress up and have fun, bro?)

Anyways, one of them said something to my friend, and while we couldn't hear what he said, both men were staring at our chests and then just stood there waiting for us to respond. We spent like 1 minute just trying to process what was happening, and then my friend grabbed me and tried to get me to walk away because this was getting really fucking weird.

But I think I temporarily lost my mind or smth because I turned around, made this stink-ass face, and went, "Kuch problem hai kya?" They muttered something again, and I got even angrier and started arguing with them in the middle of the street. And these two men literally walked away so fast. I wish I could show a video recording of it Or something because they both deflated and ran away. It was lowk funny. My friend was shocked. She was like, "You scolded them in the middle of the street? That's insane."

And honestly, if I hadn't been drunk, I probably would've run the fuck away because I DID feel unsafe. But drunk me decided, you know what, fuck it, we ball. 😭

But genuinely, what the fuck is wrong with these men? Them staring at us was already uncomfortable enough, but we could at least ignore them and enjoy ourselves then. Why did they have to actively try to involve us in their bullshit? Ragebait final boss istg.

And the thing is, my friend and I look really young. People regularly assume we're teenagers, so the whole thing is even creepier when you think about it. These men could potentially be doing the same shit to actual underage girls, and probably assumed we were underage too because of our baby faces.

Mind you these are educated ass men. This wasn't some "unsafe" and "neech/galeech" area we went to (fuck off classist and victim blaming mentality wale log), this is a relatively safe and very affluent area, and both of these men looked like they had a wife and a 30 yo son/daughter who's about to get married in 2 weeks.

Maybe this is not the forum to talk about this but I have been regular visitor of this forum and it is my safe space so please bear with me.

A heartbreaking situation has come up for me and I don't know what I should do or rather I don't know what would be the best decision.

I reside in Jaipur and few months back, I received a job offer in Delhi. It was an excellent job offer and my parents had encouraged me to go for it so I did. Now, I had to leave behind my aged parents and a 4 years old female Indian Spitz dog. I had made proper arrangements to ensure they all receive all the support and care that they need in my absence and due to my absence. Especially in my dog's case. But, an hour ago my mother shared a very heartbreaking news to me. Apparently, the dogwalker that was responsible for taking my dog on walks in my absence had been abusing her for past few days. By grace of a young woman that lived in our neighborhood, we came to know that the man had been abusing her for past 3-4 days and today he had kicked her hard in her back and hurled abuses at her. We were livid and shocked at this. My mother immediately removed him from the job and file a complaint against him with help of that you g woman. However, now we are helpless about our dog. We do not know anyone trustworthy who can take her for walks. The young woman had suggested my mother that we should re-home our dog but my parents refused as giving her up is unthinkable for us.

Now here comes the hard part: I am presently in Delhi and after I came to know everything I realized that we have indeed become incapable of taking care of our dog and providing her a life that she deserves. Lately, I noticed that she had become sadder, depressed and lonely. My parents, due to physical limitations, are unable to provide her an energetic environment that a dog deserves. I used to wonder if living with an old couple like my parents and my absence has caused her depression. I winder if re-homing her into a better family than us might be a better option for her. Just the thought of it has caused to cry my heart out but I feel like we are causing her harm because of our own selfishness. I have no job prospects in Jaipur (I tried for months) and it is not feasible for me to leave my job in Delhi. My parents are practically incapable of taking care of her. They need help in taking her to vet, for grooming and walks. On top of that, absence of an energetic environment has left her depressed. I do not think we are doing justice with her.

On the other hand, I am afraid that she will feel abandoned if we give her away. What if it breaks her heart forever? Do dogs recover from being given away from one happy family into the other?

My dog is very very sensitive being and very attached to us. She is our princess and we have tried to do our best for her. What if she goes to a wrong family and she ends up suffering for life? I thoight i could trust that dog walker as he was experienced but look at how he turned out to be. We have never raised a finger at her and he had been abusing her for days.

I am really confused. What should I do? I feel like if I was an outsider and had witnessed the living situation of my dog and my family, I would have thought this family is not upto the task of giving her the best. On the other hand, how can I give her away? She is our baby. She is part of our family. Would I have ever thought of giving away my human baby simply because I could not take care of him or her?

It also seems like I am choosing my career over her well-being. Isn't that wrong and selfish?

TDLR; Me and my family have become incapable of providing proper care to our dog and I am confused and heartbroken over the thought of re-homing her. What should I do?

I remember we did this the last time and everyone shared so many beautiful art stuff. So lets do it again. I'll go first, I have been learning how to create still life with oil pastels--fun so far (adding pics in comment

"Experience not expression sorry😭

Before you read this, do keep in mind that everything written here are my sole experiences alone and I'm not medical professional or expert in this field.

I (23F) took my first ipill last year in the month of June(28th). We did use condoms the whole time except one time where my bf said he wants to know how it feels raw and I let him and then got scared and stopped but still took ipill cause I was scared. My periods were due after 13 days. Anyways 1 week after the pill I got withdrawal bleeding and it was pure hell for me. Worst pain ever I've experienced during bleeding. Then I got my normal periods on August 20th around some date. So yeah I skipped my normal cycle in July. I was nervous all these days thinking I might have been pregnant and took around 5 tests in total which all came out negative.

2nd time I took ipill in sept itself cause we got careless and did it raw again (guess i didn't learn my lesson from the 1st time). It was around September 10th or something. No condoms were used then so obviously I took the ipill. Then I got the withdrawal bleeding as usual. I was expecting my normal periods to come back by November and that were it took a turn. It never came. September got over, then October, then November. It was december and I was tired of waiting for periods and realised it ain't coming naturally. Name youtube workouts to get periods faster, I've done all that. Home remedies to get periods, have done that as well. My mother (doesn't know the ipill scenario) took me to ayurveda doctor and got me medicines, took them for 3 weeks and stopped cause I realised it will take forever for this to get normal from just those ayurvedic tonics. Anyways I went to gyno after taking a HCG test before to make sure 100% that I wasn't pregnant. I had already done around 8 or 10 tests by the time as well which all showed negative.

I consulted a doctor in December middle. She heard my scenario and said those ipill might have triggered my pcos back and gave me regestrone tablet for 7 days and said it will get normal from next month onwards. (Btw she did scold me for taking ipill twice in a short interval). Anyways I got withdrawal bleeding after taking the tablets and then again no periods from January. Then it was March and I was so done with no periods and went to the same doctor again and she gave me the same tablet and asked me to come on 3rd day during periods for further checkups, which I didn't go cause she wrote some expensive af tests which I couldn't afford.

Then in April I went back to my old gynecologist and said the scenario and she said my pcos is back and not to worry. She 1st gave me a 7 days course medicine like the other doctor and then from 5th day onwards she asked me to take 21 days course of krimson 35 tablets. Those were birth controls kinda medicine too from what I've looked up. Anyways after finishing the 1st 21 day course , I got periods 6 days after finishing the 21st tablet. I was prescribed to continue this for 3 more months and stop and see whether my periods will come normally.

I took medicine without a miss and finished the whole course. Then after I finished the medicine, I got my 1st periods normally, it was 10 days late from date but still i got it. Then came next month, I got periods exactly on the same date which is a miracle for me.

It took me a year to fix my periods after that ipill. I'm finally back to being stress-free about periods. I don't think I'll ever take an ipill ever again in my life...like ever. I'm scared as hell of that tablet.

All I have to say is, be careful and use condoms always. Yeah that's it

TLDR: Took ipill twice in a span of 3 months. Took me 1 whole year to get periods back normally

I don't know who needs to hear this but pleaseee girlies..get your vitamin B12 and vitamin D3 levels checked. Maybe you're not depressed, maybe you're deficient in these two vitamins.

My life has changed completely since I started taking these supplements. My anxiety has reduced by almost 90% and I no longer experience brain fog like I used to. I can wake up and happily face the day. I can focus better and no longer feel depressed all the time.

Please.. if you're struggling mentally, consider getting your vitamin B12 and vitamin D levels checked. You'll thank me later.

Sometimes i hate living in an apartment tbh.
They have been constantly filthy in terms if their trash (just horrendous smelly trash which isnt packed is left towards my door all the time)
I have been living alone since couple of month since my sibling left , just staying here away from my parents to study alone with no disturbances.
Every random day there is something from them 🤦🏻‍♀️
They start cooking at 12 , idk utensils clinking at 1am , old uncle starts shouting randomly. Today there is bajan with 15 people going on since 5 hours my brain is exhausted. I am not anti festival anti hindu nothing its just they could use the communal hall downstairs or atleast close their doors idk something. There was no prior intimation.
If i say something now i become that chudail 🤦🏻‍♀️
Old guy keeps bring up their caste idk why in irrelevant discussions.
Messaged his son but he didnt reply lol
I messaged their owner - bruh ignored me 🤦🏻‍♀️
My head is just hurting 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️😭🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️
I just needed to vent tbh
Creep old uncle keeps staring through windows bruh what is up with him 💀

My opinion is purely subjective and based on personal experiences. I know a lot of folks love nua but ive had some bad experiences with the pads ngl. This is for all my girlies looking for opinions on period care products Would love your opinions as well!!❤️

EDIT: all those asking - nua gave me really bad rashes on 2 separate occasions now im scared to use it again 😭😭

Girliess, what do you all think does collagen actually works or just marketing? I reached my late 20s and my skin has started to show dullness, it used to glow even when I did nothing much though my life is upside down in current phase and there's no proper gym, diet from last 2 years now. I want to get back into routine and was thinking to add collagen too, did any of you had tried it independently and saw if it works?

I read that if we are taking we should take hydrolysed collagen etc.

I think of myself as someone who is sweet and kind. However, growing up I was bullied at school, spent years crying etc etc only eventually finding my inner strength to fight back. I am also extremely vengeful and can’t forgive and forget easily. Because whenever I do avoid confrontation, I end up feeling bad for myself or angry that I didn’t spurted out then and there.
Doing the hisab barabar thing has worked well for me mostly but sometimes, I also get into this tunnel vision where everything coming from people I think as threat to my peace of mind, unless absolutely positive, is threatening to me.
I end up taking things otherwise, believing that to the core and acting against it.

My recent embarrassment is I mistook someone’s suggestion at work otherwise because that person is in my ‘asshole’ list and acted on the suggestion with the intent that they have done it just to get to me or make my life tougher etc.

Once I realise, I feel so bad. The people still stay in my resentment list but I feel bad because I played a role in burning bridges which could’ve been avoided, especially if I was detached or unaffected in the first place. Whenever I share this to guys around me, I can see them looking at me with these condescending eyes that I feel further small in my own heart.

i’m feeling pretty heartbroken today. a friend, kriti, didn’t invite me to her birthday even though she invited our mutual friend shreya and others.

we were sort of a trio and kriti was really fond of me. she would call me every other day but over the past year, i started feeling anxious around her because she would make fun of others’ looks, make comments that bothered me, ask about my family’s income and salaries, make fun of bollywood songs (i love them), call me an idiot and a lot of other things.

also, she won’t speak with her other friends like she would with me. she said that she wasn’t that comfortable or open with them. when i told her that i don’t like the way she speaks to me, she said she couldn’t change and because she was my friend, i should accept her as she was. i told her that if someone didn’t like the way i spoke then either i’d be considerate enough to not do that or if i can’t then i’d limit my interaction. she blamed me and said she had other sensitive friends who didn’t behave like me. eventually, i started distancing because i would genuinely feel anxious after our calls. mostly, i would end up crying.

before all this happened, whenever i thought of hanging out with kriti, i would think of inviting shreya too and vice versa. i genuinely thought we were a trio. on my birthday, i only wanted to invite shreya, but because of people pleasing, i invited kriti too. i hated having to do that and they ended up ruining my birthday but that’s another story.

kriti and i hadn’t spoken in months because she was busy with college. i’m relieved that i don’t have to force this friendship anymore but it hurts that someone who was once so close to me didn’t even bother to invite me. i wouldn’t have gone but i wish she’d at least asked. idk why i’m so hurt when i know this friendship wasn’t good for me anymore.

This is my first time doodling with Henna cones on my hand and the red stain is just so beautiful. Can't believe I used to be a mehndi hater once upon a time.

i’m 24F, a recent law graduate. this is a messy rant. i’ve recently graduated from law school and i’m starting my first job very soon. i don’t consider myself a particularly ambitious person and by that i mean for some time i’ve had this belief that if im coming from a privileged socio-economic background and im leading a comfortable life, i don’t need to be ambitious, i don’t need this ‘hustle culture’ lifestyle. i still don’t necessarily disagree with it. my parents are quite supportive of my career as such and they’re constantly pushing me.

recently however my lack of ambition made my dad joke that maybe they should get me married off in two-three years if i’m not serious.and i know he doesn’t mean it and it’s not like ill be ‘married off’. however, i can’t stop thinking about how we as women may be now have the possibility of exploring a career, or deviate from the conventional path but it’s all so conditional. you can have a career, you can have a life but what is it costing you? if you’re deviating from the conventional path paved by patriarchy are you excelling? because if not what is the point?

if you're going to delay marriage, you should build an impressive career. if you're going to prioritise financial independence, you should earn well. if you're going to take advantage of the opportunities your education affords you, you should become accomplished enough that nobody can question your choices.

maybe you’re all familiar with this realisation and i’m late to the party. but i’m just now realising that even if i’m not ambitious, my socio-economic position does not outweigh or erase my destiny as a woman.

i know this is all too heavy maybe a tad dramatic, just wanted to get it off my chest.

It feels like finding a well-fitting bra is so difficult when you fall into this category, especially in India.

Most brands seem to cater to more common sizes, and the options available can be limited, expensive!! or difficult to find offline. Sometimes, even when you find your size, the fit, support, or comfort isn't great

I personally tried m&s, amante, wacoal and triumph. And TRIUMPH is where I found the one! at a reasonable price! After trying on soooo many for MONTHS . And my size isn't even that big 28//34 under/over. (30DD is what comes in abrathatfits but idk how much to trust it for us in india)

So for it to help others and even myself, I'd love to hear about your experiences, recommendations, and any tips for finding bras that actually fit well!

My sister-in-law who is around 33 YO, is around 5 months pregnant. She recently got the quadruple marker test done and the results are scaring us a lot.

For down syndrome, the Final Risk is being shown as 1:46. She has been crying non-stop as it's their first pregnancy. We all are scared & feeling helpless as much as her.

Their doctor is out of town for the Puja holidays & they have been asked to visit on the 22nd of this month after which further diagno kind of tests will be done.

I don't know, why God does this to people. I will never understand how this all works. Why do some people have to bear pain.

I would want opinions of any other women why faced a similar result in this screening test & what the future results were? Can diagnostic tests turn out differently and they have a completely healthy and good baby?

We are awaiting medical consultation and advice & I am only asking this for my peace of mind.

Just wanted to share my latest creation. Inspired by spring, my favorite season 🌸🤭

I do try. I burnout, recover and try again and again and again. Try in different methods, try with different mentality. I try my best till all hopes are gone. But nothing ever changes. Force = 100, Displacement = 0.

Once a problems arrives in my life, it there permanently and only to get worse. Doesn't matter how early I catch it, I can never be free from them.

My problems are organic matters. Something that can only progress to rot. No matter what you do, you can't reserve it or stop it from it's doom once it starts existing.

Feels like better to sit on my ass and let fate run it's natural course than try to bend my luck and be embarrassed for being audacious enough to believe I can change my luck.

I am told that I don't try enough. That I am not consistent enough. How can I be when I see no progress at all. What is there to motivate me, give some fruit for effort.

How long can one I run into darkness and not think they are not lost forever if there is no sign of light?

I tried though. I tried so hard.

So im unemployed and job hunting (and trying to study for entrance exams on the side). I was always a night owl but it became extreme this time. I used to go to sleep at 3/4am then shifted to 6am and now it is 7/8 am. I used to wake up at 12pm that shifted to 2pm and now on a good day I can wake up before 4pm. I have tried waking up early but my body is not able to keep up after lunch and I doze off even if I tell my parents not to let me take a nap and the cycle continues. Of course my parents berate me a lot for this lifestyle.

Today somehow I started feeling drowsy around 10pm and I got so so happy and slept off. I got woken up once by my father at a random time, he was screaming asking me why I slept at such a weird time and how I haven't eaten dinner, like he was SCREAMING into my ears and trying to push and wake me up. My sleep was broken but I concentrated and forced myself to go back to sleep. Again my father comes at 12:30am and I finally got up. He just kept talking and talking and wouldnt shut up about how I slept before eating and the food will spoil outside in this heat. After eating I couldnt control myself and started crying in my room.

One day, just one day I fell asleep at a normal time. I felt so happy. I probably would wake up naturally around 2/3am but I could accept that. Why couldn't they just let me sleep in peace? After months I fell asleep at that time. I don't know how to explain why this is making me cry but everytime I remember his voice while I was trying to sleep I start crying again. I feel this lump in my throat, like I want to hit someone.

I'm 25F, and I've been struggling with body image, depression and anxiety for five years. I am taking therapy. I'm on the curvier side; for reference, like Sara Tendulkar, and I'm not even saying I want to be stick-thin. I am finally learning to accept and love my body and treat workouts as a sort of fun activity rather than a punishment. I've gone from crying in the gym with anger for myself to feeling good about my body there. But I'm so exhausted by how people seem to think my body is public property.

Last week, I met a friend after about six months. The FIRST thing she said when I got out of my car was,

“You've gained more weight since I last saw you, haven't you? You've gotten fatter.”

What makes this particularly ironic is that she's struggled with her own weight and even posts about body-shaming on Instagram. She is also bigger in size than I am right now, but I would never dream of commenting on her body and I'm only mentioning it as a reference because I know how hurtful it can be. I empathise with her.

Then yesterday, I visited my old school to collect some documents. There were about 6-7 people around. The principal, who has known me since childhood, comes there, checks me top to bottom with a grin, and without even a hello or anything, gives himself the great liberty to loudly say,

“You've just completed your MBBS and look how much you've grown in size. Imagine how much you will inflate after you finish MD. What's the goal, to be double?”

I turned red, my ears felt warm, I felt like I wanted to scream or cry. I couldn't breathe. I am not very comfortable with confrontations and I struggle with social anxiety.

I just smiled and turned to walk away and he added:

"You should start dieting seriously and make sure you don't get any bigger. This is high time."

This was in the lobby, in front of several people.

I was honestly stunned. I felt humiliated, disrespected, violated, angry and at the same time, amazed at his audacity to say such things to a woman. And that man has not one, but two daughters! Oh god.

Recently, a colleague at work was talking about another colleague from the past and he mentioned (in front of 5 people)- "oh not that one, remember the other one? Arey the one who was fluffy and heavy, kinda like her? (Me)"

I've been body-shamed by relatives and other people before, so this isn't new. I don't go a week past without being subjected to such insults but he's the last person I had expected to say this. I can't even go a day without looking in the mirror and feeling bad about myself. He doesn't know, in fact nobody knows a percentage of what I've gone through in the last few years. A failed career,

su!cidal thoughts, self-loathing, physically abusive relationship, betrayal in friendships, having my own private photos and videos with my ex sent to my dad by my cousins, strict family, and what not. Everyday for me is a battle, to just get out of my bed.

I know I want to get fitter and build muscle, but that's MY decision. Why do people feel entitled to announce their opinions about someone else's body as soon as they see them? And why is it so difficult for people, especially those who know what body-shaming feels like themselves, to show some basic empathy?

I didn't respond to either of them because I was caught off guard, and I hate that I struggle to stand up for myself in these situations. But I'm angry, hurt, and honestly just exhausted.

I don't know if I'm overreacting because these incidents have hit an existing insecurity, or if people really have become this comfortable making unsolicited comments about other people's bodies.

I just needed to vent. Has anyone else dealt with this? How do you stop these comments from getting into your head?

My husband recently listed all the problems he has with me. He said I am neither supportive, responsible, motivating, nor inspiring. He said I should be with a mediocre guy instead of trying to be with an ambitious guy.

He said the work I do, like cooking, cleaning, and laundry, can be replaced by a maid, and no one would want to marry someone like me. The only thing worth appreciating is the effort I put into taking care of our child.

If I complain that household work takes me five hours a day, he says I should be smart enough to figure out how to finish it in two hours.

He also brought up divorce and said I shouldn't ask for alimony because he never stopped me from working and always encouraged me to aim for FAANG instead of prioritizing WLB.

I earn $180K (previously $150K), and he earns around $500K. When we got married, he was earning around $260K. I moved on H4 visa and have been working for six years. I've transferred all my earnings to him over the years, and I currently have around $20K in my account.

Our monthly expenses, including investments, are around $14K, excluding travel and visits from parents. He says I should calculate whether I can afford to live on the West Coast, where rent is around $3K and childcare is another $3K, and figure out whether I can afford to keep even one of our investments. He says all the investments are from his money and I should be grateful for the luxurious lifestyle he provided.

He says I took him for granted and abused him. One example was when I asked him to put our child to sleep because we're weaning, and the child settles with him within five minutes but keeps asking me for milk. He started shouting and said this was an example of how I abuse him by handing over responsibilities instead of learning to do better myself.

I know I have shortcomings, but I feel like everything I do is being dismissed.

Am I looking at this situation objectively, or am I missing something?

Edit 1 - Thank you so much for replying, being so kind and genuinely understanding my situation and giving me strength. ❤️

I want to clarify 2 things We got married in India, marriage is registered in India which is why I initially came to the US on H4.

I transferred money to him for investments, and the properties we invested in are jointly owned. To clarify, he is saying I don’t deserve to keep my share of those assets because I can’t afford them on my own, and that ideally, I should give everything to him. I completely disagree because I have sent him all the money over the years which he is conveniently ignoring.

I had sent him money to invest in stocks as well which are on his name since he needed money at that time and honestly when things are good in a marriage, no one keeps track of who is paying for what. I did what I felt was right at that time.