got married at the relatively young age of 26. Just a few months into the marriage, the demands from my wife’s family began to feel overwhelming—almost like a nightmare.
Some of these included:
Transferring my entire salary to my wife's account.
Purchasing a house.
Buying a car in her name.
Enrolling in gold schemes and chit funds as investments.
A clear lack of respect toward my parents.
A bit of background:
I’m an MBA graduate from IIM, and at age 27, I was earning a package of around 20–25 LPA.
I never asked for dowry, and they didn’t offer any either.
My wife’s family are distant relatives, and they are significantly wealthier than mine.
After the wedding, we moved to Bangalore and lived independently. During holidays, my wife would always insist on visiting her parents, while she visited mine only once or twice—and only briefly.
When we were alone, she was generally kind—she would cook, and I would help. However, her attitude toward my parents remained disrespectful. At the time, I lacked the emotional maturity to recognize and confront these red flags.
She would make hurtful comments about my parents—for example, questioning why they didn’t pay my MBA fees or suggesting they were a burden on me. It felt like she was trying to create distance between me and my family, likely influenced by her mother.
The saddest part came later—she became pregnant and got a job in Chennai, so she moved there, with her mother living alongside her. I visited every week, traveling frequently just to be with her and support her through the pregnancy. But over time, the demands increased, and I began to feel completely disrespected.
They even asked me to switch jobs and insisted my parents shouldn’t visit her. Still, I compromised on everything, driven by love and emotional attachment.
After the birth of our child, the situation worsened. I became emotionally drained, and one day, in frustration, I raised my voice. I did not resort to any physical actions—I just shouted.
That was it. They moved back to their hometown.
Two to three weeks later, I went to visit them. They asked me to leave and didn’t even let me see my child.
Now I have no option other than to file the divorce
I had a great professional career, I was always a caring person but seems like my life is destroyed