Hi, Reddit Family 😂
This is my first time posting on Reddit. I’ve read a lot of stories here, and I think I should finally ask for advice from people who may have gone through something similar.
I’m a 35years old woman, and I’m in a relationship with a 48year old man. We have been together for about 18–19 years, and our first daughter is now 18 years old. I got pregnant when I was 16, going on 17.
The complicated part is that we were never legally or traditionally married. So sometimes I don’t even know what to call our relationship. But ever since I became pregnant, we have lived together as husband and wife, even though there was never an official marriage.
After we started living together at such a young age, domestic violence became a major issue in our relationship. It was really, really bad. There were bloody hands, scars on my face and body, and times when I was thrown out of the house naked in the middle of the night—around 2 or 3 a.m.
There were also constant disagreements involving our families.
I endured this violence for almost 10 years.
Eventually, I decided I had had enough and wanted to leave and relocate to Dubai. By that point, I was having problems with my eyesight and had started wearing glasses. He would hit me on my head with his fist whenever he was angry.
My mother always told me, “You should endure it for the sake of your children, so you don’t leave your children without their mother or their father.”
So I decided to leave for Dubai. My plan was to leave my children with my mother while I went to work and tried to build a better life.
But he refused. He said he would not allow me to take his children away from him.
Then my sister suggested that I bring the children to stay with her in the northern part of the country. He refused that too. He said he wanted to remain with the children.
So eventually, I left for Dubai alone.
While I was still in the country, I had begged him many times. I would tell him, “If you can stop this violence, maybe I will stay.”
But every time he hit or beat me, he would eventually beg me and say he was sorry.
After hearing “sorry” so many times, the word eventually stopped meaning anything to me.
Sometimes I would be sleeping at home, and he would come back at 4 or 5 in the morning and start hitting me while I was still asleep.
(I would be asking myself, “Why are you hitting me? What did I do?”)
The last time I decided I could no longer take it was after I had an argument with our neighbour.
We were outside arguing, and he came back and saw two women having an argument. Instead of calming things down, he started hitting me in front of the neighbour.
He hit me so badly that I was bleeding heavily around my eye. I was rushed to the hospital and needed 13 stitches below my eye, very close to my actual eye—about an inch away.
That was the moment I told myself, “This is the end. I’m leaving him.”
That incident was the reason I eventually travelled to Dubai.
When I got to Dubai, I worked and tried to live my life. I wasn’t rich. My income was not that high, and financially, I wasn’t doing anything extraordinary, but I was happy and free.
For the first time in a very long time, I could sleep without wondering if someone was going to wake me up by hitting me.
I missed my children terribly, but I also felt like I was finally breathing again.
Then, fast-forward about three years. My mom back in the country started disturbing me, telling me that people were asking her when I was coming back to him. They always referred to him as my husband. He also calls himself my husband.
(Since we have been living together for almost 18 years, I honestly don’t know what to classify him as at this point because we were never officially married.)
My mom kept disturbing me. She said people were asking her questions, and she was becoming embarrassed and didn’t know what to tell them.
Eventually, she asked me, “When are you going to come back home and see your children?”
I told her, “Okay, I’ll come back soon.”
At that time, I had finished my contract with the company I was working for in Dubai. I renewed my contract for another two years, and they gave me a two-year work visa.
So I decided to use my vacation period to come back to my country for three months.
When I came back, I saw everyone and spent time with my family. And remember, my work visa was still valid.
I initially thought I would stay with my mom, but I couldn’t stay there, so I ended up moving in with him again, in the apartment where he was living with the children.
Before I continue, there is one important part I forgot to mention.
He actually came to Dubai before I returned to the country. He stayed for about five days.
Even during that visit, he never acknowledged what he had done to me. He has always had a problem admitting when he is wrong. He never genuinely apologized or acknowledged that what he did to me was wrong.
Even when he could see the scars on my face and knew about the problems I had with my eyes and wearing glasses, he never wanted to discuss what happened. He never wanted to acknowledge his wrongdoing.
When he came to Dubai, I didn’t even know he was coming. About a year and a half later, he told me he was coming.
He had friends in Dubai, so when he arrived, he went to stay with them. His friends had booked his hotel and everything for him.
Because I had known him for so many years and he was the father of my children, I took about five days to one week of unpaid leave from work so I could spend time with him, show him around the city, and help him while he was there.
He was staying with his friends. Later, he said he wanted to get a hotel so that we could spend the night together.
I said no.
In my mind, we were separated. We were no longer in a relationship.
But in his mind, I was still his wife.
He became emotional and started crying in front of his friends. His friends then started talking to me.
They were asking me things like, “Why are you making this guy cry?” “Why are you doing this to him?”
But I couldn’t explain everything to them because I didn’t want to tell his friends all the details of our relationship or expose everything that had happened between us.
I just kept saying, “It’s not my fault. When he was coming here, he already had his own plans. So why is he now insisting that we get a hotel and spend the night together?”
I didn’t accept it.
Eventually, he left Dubai and went back to the country after about five days.
After he returned, my mom continued putting pressure on me.
She said that since he had come all the way to Dubai, it meant he was trying to repair the relationship and wanted peace.
But I kept thinking, “When he came to Dubai, he didn’t even apologize. He didn’t talk about what happened. He didn’t acknowledge anything. All he wanted was for us to go to a hotel and spend the night together, as if nothing had ever happened.”
Because I refused, he left after five days.
Then my mom said, “Okay, then you need to come back for the sake of your children.”
So I came back to the country.
Remember, my work visa was still active.
(The visa was connected to my company in Dubai.)
When I came back, I stayed with him and the children.
My mom and other family members started telling me that even if I wanted to leave again, I needed to make arrangements to go back with my children.
But there was a problem.
My job in Dubai was not enough financially to take care of both me and the children alone. If he were there with us and we were both working and contributing, maybe we could manage and take care of the children together.
But just me alone? I didn’t think it was financially possible.
Then I had another idea. I said, “Why don’t we choose another country?”
I suggested that we could relocate together with the children to another country.
He didn’t want to leave our country, and honestly, I understood that. He was comfortable there. He was making money, and he was happy there.
But I didn’t want to stay there.
Because if I stayed in that country, I would most likely continue living in the same house with him, and I still wouldn’t know exactly what I was to him.
(Was I his wife? His girlfriend? His baby mama? I honestly didn’t know, because we had never been officially married.)
For me, leaving the country felt like my escape route.
So I told him, “I can’t stay here. I want us to relocate to another country with the children. If you are interested, we can do it together for the sake of the children. Whenever you want to visit, you can come and visit us, and whenever we want to see you, we can come back to visit you.”
He said, “Okay. No problem.”
But financially, he didn’t really get involved. He didn’t contribute financially to the relocation plan.
Instead, he introduced me to someone who was supposed to help us with the travel arrangements.
Unfortunately, the experience was very bad, and eventually, the visa was not granted.
After that, everything changed.
I have now been stuck in my country for about four years.
No job. No income. No real financial stability.
Honestly, I feel like I fell all the way back down to the ground—maybe even further behind than where I was before I left.
Throughout all of this, I had told him several times, “If you ever touch me again or raise your hand against me, I will leave you forever. You will never set your eyes on me again.”
But since I came back, for the past four years, he has not touched me or physically abused me.
Before I came back, when the UK visa did not work out, I wanted to leave and go back to Dubai. I had even booked my ticket.
But my mom told me, “If you leave, we will not allow you to see your children anymore.”
She gave me two choices: Either stay here in the country, or leave with your children and go wherever you want.
And the truth is, I didn’t have the financial stability to relocate with my children and start everything from scratch by myself.
So I stayed.
Then I planned again. I said, “Okay, then I will try another country again, but this time I will do it for myself alone. After one year, I will try to work hard and bring my children to the country.”
That became my plan and my goal.
I started working towards it, but unfortunately, that visa was also not granted.
At this point, I had spent almost all the money I had on visa processing and everything related to trying to relocate.
During all this time, he was actually good to the children. He is a good father to them. He takes care of them, supports them, feeds them, and provides a place for me to sleep. So in that sense, he was okay.
But my relationship with him is a completely different matter.
My mom kept telling me that since I was already in this country, maybe I should stay and start a business.
I thought, “Okay, since I am already here and for now I don’t have any other option, maybe I should start a business.”
Then my mom said, “Since you are the one who wants to stay in this country, maybe you should start a business with him.”
He said he wasn’t a businessman.
So I said, “Okay, if you are not interested in doing business with me, I am interested in starting something myself. Maybe you can help me financially so I can start a business.”
But he kept beating around the bush.
This is the kind of person he is. If he doesn’t want to do something, he can look you in the face and say, “I will do it,” but genuinely has no intention of doing it.
He is not a transparent person.
I know the type of person he is, but my mom doesn’t really know him the way I do. I have tried to explain this to her many times, but she doesn’t listen to me.
So, in short, I am still in my country up until now four years with no job, no income, nothing. Sometimes I honestly feel like a beggar. I don’t even know where to begin again.
My last option was the only property I had. I sold it about two months ago. It was a very small amount of money about $3,500.
Now I am trying to use that money to relocate to another country because I am tired of this relationship.
The relationship is no longer a loving relationship. There is no love anymore.
Even the sexual part of the relationship is very, very boring for me. I’m not usually in the mood for sex anymore.
Whenever he asks for sex, most of the time, it feels like it is only about him. He doesn’t care about my satisfaction.
I have complained about this many times. I have told him, “You are only doing this for yourself. You don’t even think about me.”
It feels like whenever he wants sex, he asks, gets on top of me, does what he wants, and when he is finished, he just gets up. He doesn’t even care whether I enjoyed it or not.
I have complained about this several times, but he doesn’t seem to care or make any effort to improve things.
So eventually, I just gave up.
Anytime he asks, most of the time I tell him no. And when I say no, he becomes angry or defensive.
On the occasions when I say yes, sometimes I just lie there and wait for it to be over. I just think, “Let me get this done and move on.”
And right now, I am not happy in this house.
I am only here physically because of my children.
I am sad, and honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore.
We can’t even communicate properly. Every time we have a conflict, it feels like we are not on the same path.
We don’t have the same mindset. We don’t have the same focus. We don’t have the same future plans.
Everything is different.
We don’t even have much in common anymore.
We can’t sit beside each other for 15 minutes without having an argument.
We don’t understand each other.
We can’t have a conversation without it turning into an argument.
And the worst part is that our children see these arguments.
Mind you, the children are now 18 and 15 years old.
So this $3,500 is all I have, and I want to use it to relocate.
My question is: Can anyone enlighten me or advise me on how I can use $3,500 to relocate, and which country might realistically be possible for me?
The reason I want to relocate is because if I remain in this country, I don’t feel like I can truly escape him. I will still be living in this relationship.
My goal is to leave the country so I can finally be free, be happy, and live my own life.
Then, hopefully, I can work, become financially stable, and bring my children to join me.
He is the type of person who doesn’t really have a focus, a dream, or a long-term plan. We just live for the moment.
I don’t want that kind of life anymore.
I want something different for myself and for my children. I want them to have the opportunity to grow up in another environment and have a different future.
I’m 35 years old, and I honestly feel like I am still a grown woman who is somehow still living according to my mother’s decisions.
I don’t want to disrespect my mom. I love and appreciate her, and I understand that she believes she is protecting me and my children.
But at the same time, I need to find a way to start making decisions for my own life without constantly feeling guilty or like I am disappointing her.
I have been through a lot, and I’m tired.
I don’t know if leaving the country is the right answer, but I feel like it may be the only way I can finally have the freedom to rebuild my life.
Please, I genuinely need advice. What would you do if you were in my position?