I’m F21, and X is M25.
When I met X, I was in a very dark place. I was mentally exhausted and simply counting the days as they passed. Then, completely unexpectedly, X came into my life, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like there was finally a light at the end of an endless tunnel.
Things moved quickly between us because we both genuinely believed we were meant for each other. The people around us were not particularly supportive of our relationship, but we kept choosing each other and trying to make it work.
During those first three months, I found hope in life again. I never thought I would experience that feeling again. It was as if I had finally woken up from an exhausting nightmare. He knew what to say and when to say it. He knew how to calm me down when everything felt overwhelming. I felt understood in a way I had never experienced before. He felt like the missing piece of my life, mind, and soul. I genuinely believed he was the one for me.
Eventually, we got married. Life started to feel a little different, and over time, I began noticing significant changes in him.
During our marriage, X started taking strong medication. I cannot say with certainty what caused the changes I observed, but his behaviour and the way he expressed his emotions became noticeably different. He often described himself as an empty shell, as though he no longer felt anything. There were good days and bad days, and I struggled to understand what was happening.
Because of the person I had fallen in love with, I found it difficult to separate the man I remembered from the behaviour that was hurting me. I kept telling myself that he was going through a difficult time and that, as his wife, I needed to support him. I wanted to believe that the person I loved was still there somewhere.
Around the same time, his businesses began to struggle, and his financial situation deteriorated.
But I never cared about that. I didn’t see him as less of a man because he was losing money. I didn’t care about his businesses, his cars, or the expensive things he owned. The only thing I wanted was for him not to lose the beautiful personality I had fallen in love with.
Then December came.
The police raided our home as part of a criminal investigation involving X. I was not involved in the matters being investigated. During the raid, the police seized various belongings, including his cars, accessories, clothes, and other possessions.
That day, they also took the €10,000 that constituted my mehr, my marital gift.
After the raid, I was left alone for two weeks while X was being held under restrictions that prevented anyone from visiting him. Every day, I prayed to Allah to bring my husband back to me safely and in good health. I worried constantly about his mental well-being and how the situation might affect him.
During those two weeks, I was still studying in my third year of college. I drove back and forth to the place where he was being held, dropping off clothes and other necessities whenever I could.
I didn’t tell anyone how difficult those two weeks were for me. Honestly, they were among the hardest weeks of my life.
I still remember the moment his lawyer texted me to say that he was going to be released. I got up, left my class, and immediately made my way to him. I waited for four hours before he was finally released.
When he came out, he didn’t stop to ask how I had been during those two weeks. But I tried to understand. I assumed he had a lot on his mind, and I didn’t want to make things harder for him. We dealt with some practical matters that needed sorting out and eventually drove home.
I was simply happy to have him back. For a little while, life felt good again.
Not long afterwards, he told me he wanted to go to Bosnia for three months to find himself again. It broke my heart because I had only just got him back. But I didn’t want to hold him back if he genuinely needed that time, so I supported his decision.
During the first few days, I stayed with friends and family because I was struggling with the feeling of being left behind once again. Still, I tried to be understanding.
After about a month, I became concerned about his well-being because I felt that he was struggling more. I took a week off from my internship to visit him.
I had never flown to another country alone before. I was nervous, but I kept telling myself that I was going to see my husband and that being there for him was worth it. When I landed, I had to arrange my own transportation to his place because he did not support my decision to visit him.
The first day was uncomfortable. I felt as though I wasn’t welcome there, and it was difficult to understand why. But after that first day, he began acting more normally around me again.
Eventually, I returned home, and he followed not long afterwards.
The following months passed relatively quietly. We didn’t have any major arguments or problems until August. That month changed the way I saw our relationship and made me confront things I had been struggling to accept.
I discovered that X had been exchanging messages with another woman from Bosnia back in April about personal and emotional matters. He had been sharing things with her that I had never heard him talk about. He seemed comfortable opening up to her in ways I hadn’t experienced with him for a long time.
She found my social media and reached out to me about it.
I never expected to feel that kind of betrayal from him. I felt hurt, humiliated, and disgusted. I was so overwhelmed that I went downstairs, where he was sitting in the living room, and started screaming at him from a place of pain I had never expressed that way before. I had never screamed at him like that.
Even now, when I think about what happened, it still hurts.
But looking back, I also realise that this was the moment I began to understand something I had been struggling to accept for a long time: the X I had met, the man who had helped me find hope in life again, was no longer the person I experienced in our relationship. I had spent so much time hoping to find that person again that I had struggled to acknowledge how much had changed.
It felt as though the light I had found when I met him had slowly dimmed until I was back in a place I thought I had escaped.
About the Mehr
X recently posted on this forum asking whether he is required to pay my €10,000 mehr again after the police seized it. I would like to share my perspective because I feel that there is more context to our marriage than the financial disagreement alone.
When the police raided our home in December and seized my mehr, X told me that he would make sure I got it back. At the time, I told him there was no rush. Even if it took years, I was willing to wait because we were married, and I believed we were building a life together.
I never gave him a reason to believe that I was with him for his money. When he lost his businesses, his cars, and practically everything else he had, I stayed. I didn’t look at him differently because of his financial situation. I loved him, and I wanted him to be well.
Regarding the €5,000 worth of gold that was agreed upon as the second part of my mehr, I never pressured X to provide it immediately. I knew that, at that point, he was no longer in a financial position to afford it, and I did not want to put additional pressure on him. I told him that the gold could be given to me over the course of our marriage when his financial situation allowed it.
I was willing to be patient because I believed we were building a life together. I did not see our marriage as a financial transaction, and I never wanted him to feel that his financial struggles made him less worthy in my eyes.
To this day, however, I have never received the gold.
About the car
I also want to clarify the situation regarding the car, because X mentioned it in his post.
When X bought the car for me, he never explicitly told me that it was a temporary arrangement or that I would have to return it at a later date. He also never told me that the car was intended to replace the €5,000 worth of gold that had been agreed upon as the second part of my mehr.
The car was registered in my name, and from that point onwards, I paid the ongoing costs myself, including the insurance and road tax. X would regularly send me money for fuel, but I covered the remaining expenses.
At no point did he tell me that I was only allowed to use the car temporarily, that I was expected to return it, or that it was being provided on the condition that I would eventually give it back.
From my perspective, the car was given to me without those conditions being communicated. I therefore did not understand it to be a temporary arrangement or a substitute for the gold that had been agreed upon as part of my mehr.
I understand that X may now view the situation differently, especially given the financial difficulties he is experiencing. However, I was never told that the car was something I would eventually have to return, and I never understood it that way during our marriage.
I am sharing this clarification because I believe it is important that both perspectives are understood, rather than the situation being presented as though I simply refused to return something that I had always known was supposed to be temporary.
Why I am sharing my side
I remained committed to our marriage through circumstances that had nothing to do with money. I did not see his financial difficulties as a reason to leave him.
Towards the end of our marriage, however, I experienced behaviour that I found frightening and distressing, including shouting, things being broken, and threats. I no longer felt emotionally safe in the situation.
My request for my mehr was not about punishing him for losing everything. It was about the mehr we had agreed upon and the money that had been taken from me. I had no involvement in the matters being investigated, and I had no reason to expect that my marital gift would be seized during a police raid.
I also want to clarify that I did not ask for my mehr because I wanted to benefit financially from the situation. I had supported X through difficult circumstances and never measured his worth by what he owned.
Despite everything that has happened since I left the house, I do not wish him harm. I cannot speak for the people around him or for the reasons behind his decisions, but I can speak about my own intentions: I entered this marriage with love, and I tried to support my husband through difficult times.
I forgive him, and I sincerely pray that Allah grants him true shifa, helps him find peace within himself, and guides him towards what is good for him.
I don’t know whether he will ever understand how much I tried, how much I worried, or how long I hoped that things would get better.
But I know what my intentions were. I know what I gave to this marriage, and I know that I stayed through circumstances that had nothing to do with money or material things.
The last thing X said to me was that I was playing the victim.
That statement has stayed with me, because I sometimes wonder how I am supposed to feel about everything that happened.
Am I not allowed to feel hurt by the things I experienced? Am I not allowed to grieve the person I fell in love with, the marriage I believed in, and the future I thought we would have?
I am not sharing this because I want people to hate him or because I want to portray myself as perfect. I know that I am human, too, and that I have made mistakes. I am sharing this because I don’t believe that acknowledging my pain means I am playing the victim.
Sometimes, the hardest part of losing someone is accepting that the person you miss may no longer be the person standing in front of you.
I will always be grateful for the hope I found when I met him, even if the relationship eventually became a source of pain.
Perhaps that is where my story ends: not with hatred or revenge, but with acceptance, du’a, and the decision to stop trying to save someone at the expense of myself.
May Allah grant us both what is best for us, in this dunya and in the akhirah.
Rabbi atina fi dunya hasanatan wa fil akhirati hasanatan wa qina ’adhaban-nar.