Now I know, I can’t raise my kids to hate me and my culture and religion, while being close to him and his family who hate me. My two year wedding anniversary is coming up and I know everything is over. I just want some peace, even if him and me leave each other tomorrow, I care about him and want him to see the truth one day. He dismisses it as they are liars or trying to get U. Every time I try to have conversations with him to discuss the violence in Islam and the hate Muslims have for non-Muslims, he accuses me of being racist or tells me if I respect him I wouldn’t talk about his religion.
For a while, he seemed open to the idea that kids should be what their mom is. My family supports me, but they don’t want to hear me talk about my problems with him. Do you know of a group for women like me, currently married to Muslim men or ex-wives of Muslim men? For a while, it seemed he welcomed my conversations.
Even after America has sacrificed so much to bring democracy to Iraq and Afghanistan, a great majority of Muslims hates America and accuses Americans of killing Muslims. After Americans left, American solders were defending the people against the terrorists but since the terrorists were Muslims all Muslims hated the Americans.
Some days, when I was sad, he would even cry with me.
He even said for a while to let them decide and he even would listen to me when I talked about Jesus. His Arab friends as well as being in contact with his family again have destroyed our relationship more. They feel I made my bed, so now I should lie in it. Now, his friends have changed everything as well as pressure from his family. I wish there was a forum or an outlet to meet other women in my similar situation.
I’m hurt because I really felt I was starting to change him and he became a gentler person. Dear C, One thing I can tell you is that life is not over and things are not as gloomy as they appear to you now. Sometimes mistakes are so innocent and yet the consequences are so severe that it seems unfair. You become distracted for a second and an accident happens that leaves you crippled for life.
My Roman Catholic background was just way too strong.
My relationship with Jesus has always been a very personal one and I will even go so far to say, growing up I was the most religious person in my family, always praying and listening in church. I admired how Muslims seemed so devoted and unshaken, so I was quick to marry him in a mosque and accept a Koran from his family which was given to me the minute they met me.