She seems to have no emotional bond with me or our children. I have tried to ask her parents about this, but I never get any support from them either. They only want her to avoid work and ask me to tell the children to do all the household work.
A year ago, things began to get sour between us. I guess work got in the way, he got double promotions, tempers flared, priorities were changed — in short, the relationship was not working anymore.
Most of you will advise me to leave him, but what about my dreams, my plans, and my life ahead? What about the idea of love and marriage? I am scared of being divorced and the shame and stigma that comes with it.
I don’t know what the reason for that is. Maybe it is the same household routine, daily fixed work. The fact that I am locked inside the house for three months is killing me from inside.
I have so many questions to ask him. I tried to contact him once in my teen years; his response was “usse kya hoga?” (What will that accomplish?). So I stopped all my efforts to meet him, though the questions remained.
My ‘man’, the whole time, was sitting as a mute witness to the whole drama. I felt so betrayed that moment. The worst thing is, when I confronted him about his behaviour at a later time, he slapped me in front of the children and called me a liar.
Since her parents don’t talk to strangers, I never had any words with them. Even if I want to convince them over the phone, it seems impossible.
I don't want to admit in mental hospital forever and none of her family members are supporting this decision because we have small children.
I am tired of telling my husband that we both need to be a team; we have to show a united front if we want to discipline our children. But my pleas fall on deaf ears.
I consider myself a man of discipline - I like having fun with my family, but I expect a certain decorum at home. My sister-in-law is the opposite of all things I hold dear.
Since last one year or so I am losing interest in sex. I am trying to find out a solution for it. But my wife is taking it in a different way.
My husband and I are from 2 different poles of India. So there is a huge culture, language difference. I knew and accepted this when we met and decided to get married. But it looks like people like to remind me that every single day.
I have to ask my husband 50 times to fill up the water bottled before he picks up his lazy-a** and walk to the water filter.
Why can’t I express my honest opinion anymore? Is this what our country is turning out to be — a bully for those who speak their mind?
As ‘our clocks are ticking’, our families often remind us to have kids, but no one seems to be able to get it through their heads that we don’t want to have kids.
Once the lockdown came into force, I thought, finally there will be some respite from this tyranny. But instead, the torture has increased manifold.
My husband and I are poles apart. I could be hurting, and in desperate need of support and love, but he would never notice, and even if he did, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid.
I am a Hindu in a steady relationship with a Muslim. We want to get married as soon as possible. Living in an Indian society, this is considered a sin.
I don’t like my husband’s family at the best of times. I find them rude, cold and rough. They’re very loud and don’t care about anyone else.
How dare he discipline someone else’s child? I complained to the manager of the restaurant, and the waiter got an earful that night. Am I wrong to think that way? What should I do?
We ‘broke up’ so many times when we were dating that I don’t remember the actual number. But every time we broke up, he cried and 'made it up' to me. I was a sucker for it.
My daughter hardly ever talks to me. Is it something I have done? I miss her even though she is in the same room. What should I do?