Indian Wife confession with his Inlaws and Husband

I’ve been married for two years now, but I’ve been living with my parents for the last 1.5 years. From the very beginning, my husband and his mother hid crucial details from us. His father has muscular dystrophy (a genetic disease), and they deliberately kept this information under wraps. It was only after persistent demands that they reluctantly shared the medical reports, exposing the truth. My husband blatantly lied, claiming his parents had kept him in the dark. However, the reports clearly showed *he* was the one who took his father to the hospital for a diagnosis.

When my parents insisted on a genetic test before the wedding, his mother outright refused. It was only under my pressure that my fiancé agreed, and when the results came out negative, the wedding was rushed through-because he wanted it to be “as soon as possible.”

Even before the wedding, there were countless red flags. He has always been a complete mama’s boy. I had dreams of a romantic proposal, and I had even communicated this to him. But, no-he sought his mother’s permission for everything, including whether I should get a wedding ring. Unsurprisingly, I never got one. I ignored all these signs, naively thinking I could make the relationship work. I bent over backward to accommodate him, hoping to start our life on a positive note.

But things only got worse after the wedding. He never initiated intimacy, not even once. He outright refused to plan a honeymoon. I had to beg and force him to book one. Even on the honeymoon, there was no intimacy-just constant fights. And not normal disagreements; he would pick fights over ridiculous things like, “You took more pictures of yourself and didn’t click enough of mine.” Can you imagine? A grown man sulking like a teenage girl?

He would get irrationally frustrated at the smallest things, and the relationship started feeling more like I was living with a sibling. He would compare everything: “You have more clothes than me,” “Your family does this, but mine doesn’t.” It was exhausting. I dismissed these petty fights, thinking I was being mature, but deep down, I knew something was seriously off.

I finally forced him to see a doctor. He kept dodging the issue for months, but after endless nagging, he went. That’s when the truth came out: he had erectile dysfunction, and it had been there right from the beginning of our marriage. When I confronted him, he said he was too embarrassed to tell me.

What about my feelings? My trust? He begged me not to tell my parents, but I felt utterly betrayed and told them anyway. I tried to forgive him-God knows I tried-but nothing changed. He still runs to his mother for everything, having secret conversations with her behind my back. He refuses to share financial details with me, leaving me in the dark about his earnings

It’s clear now that his mother plays an active role in enabling his behavior. She encourages him to trap me in this marriage, insisting we register it so I have no way out, regardless of his condition or my pain. There’s no empathy from her-none whatsoever.

I feel shattered, depressed, and utterly stuck. I don’t know what to do anymore. ~ Anonymous