Sharing My Story – Seeking Safety, Care, and a Future
About myself, I am 40, currently living in London and have been since 2019, I am a mother of 3 (sons who are 19 and 20 years and daughter who is 12). I was married at 19 to a man I didn’t know, as arranged by my parents. I was born and raised in India and my ex-husband was a British National, settled in Mozambique, came from a good financial standing and network; he lived with his family and immediately after my marriage I moved to live with him in a joint family setting. I cannot begin to say the horrors I experienced during my marriage. Plainly putting, I got married to a coercive controlling maniac who went on to abuse me in every possible imagined way for 11 years and one day, when he was totally high on a substance he shouted the talaak, For once I was free, however what ensued was nothing less than a nightmare, from being abandoned in a foreign country, without recourse, resource or any form of support. There was a terrible incident thereafter whereby my ex lost all control and dragged me hanging on to a speeding car door until the end of the street. I ended up in a wheelchair briefly. Later after some months of legal battles ensued in two countries, I had to find myself lawyers to support my application to relocate to the UK. My ex-husband abducted the children and removed them from my care after losing a high court verdict in my favour.
My family back home in India never supported me throughout my abusive marriage, they were not on my list of hopes.
At one point I even got kidnapped and held for 30 days in Johannesburg, after my children’s abduction, there was a rescue by the UN and then I was repatriated home to India. Having lost everything, not even a relationship with my children.
Long and short of this is that I went through the lengths of heaven and earth to get my children’s custody – it took me 8 years and multiple rounds of court hearing to prove that I was wronged and reversal of this time only daughter who was 10, when abducted and taken away from me she was 3. This is not to boast about my achievements in spite of the hardships, failures and then relief.
The consequences of this are that I have a severed relationship with my sons as the justice took too long to serve, and lives have been destroyed beyond damage. They live with dad between Mozambique and South Africa now. My ex-husband is not allowed to have any contact with my daughter, a court order has been issued to make sure that he doesn’t manipulate her and also to ensure she has a safe place to thrive with me, an environment free from abuse and harm.
Coming out of this was nothing less than a miracle.
I can give you details if you’d be interested in knowing. This I am sure alone is an exhausting read.
2 years ago, I met an Arab man through a dating site. He was a refugee living in London and was separated from his family (kids and estranged wife who was a Muslim Russian woman); I am working for a legal consultancy and having been through this myself I understood his pain of staying away from his children. He asked me to help me with reuniting with his children, I did everything in my means, which included writing to the Home Office and the local MPs, getting all sorts of support from social services as well.
He lived in a shared house, and I am more comfortable with a two-bedroom flat, for just myself and my daughter.
I succeeded in reuniting this family, and the relationship carried on. Then his children needed housing and school and every admin, advice, who would turn to me so totally dependent on me and I just couldn’t say no or let go.
This family was evicted from the one room shared house, I had to help him and ex wife with applications to the council for social benefits. Any and everything he needed he would just turn to me; he would drive my car since he didn’t have one at that point.
I will admit, although a haram relationship, I liked the touch, the caress, which I never for once received in my marriage with ex-husband, my marriage was miserable since the beginning, my ex-husband to out it straight would only have relations with me to use me as a conduit to make babies, there was no love and care just abuse, belittling and humiliation, I was never good enough for them.
Moving on – due to the social housing crisis, he and his family were moved to a hotel by the council for 5 months. Eventually, his ex-wife kicked him out or he moved out, God knows best, he moved in with me. I wasn’t too sure about this in the beginning; however, I couldn't abandon him. He wasn’t working at that time and was using all of his savings; I wanted to support him through his trying times.
I am a proud person; I don’t know how to receive gifts without giving anything back or feel as if they are sort of a burden on me. Therefore, I never took anything, not even money to split bills, not even groceries.
Anyways, I used to cook, clean, wash and do everything in addition to the already existing role I played in his life, a relentless support or maybe stupidly manipulated and taken for granted. The exploitation is beyond words.
At some point I figured he was engaged to a young girl half his age in Syria, I confronted him, and he said you knew that I was going to get married to a woman from Syria, so why are you surprised. I explained, I wanted him to marry me, he said I will marry her but if you want, I can marry you and this will be a secret marriage. I disagreed with this preposition, I said your sisters and mother would know the least if not everyone.
I wonder what 19-year-old girl marries a man who was previously married to a woman older than him, a father of two reasonably old daughters, double her age at 40 years old. No background, financial checks by family, where he stayed, where he worked, what his income was. I found it very strange, if not for the greed of moving to the UK and showing off in her circle she bagged a rich guy. Not knowing full reality of his finances.
I helped him find work too, he worked for two months as a contractor in construction work and then his contract finished, He was still living with me, then he went to Lebanon in September last year, upon his return I asked him whether he got married, he said no.
I had previously, very clearly mentioned that if he got married, I didn’t want anything to do with him. I wanted a peaceful exit. He lied, eventually in February ‘25 it came out that he got married in September ‘24 and his wife’s visa application was successful, and she was moving to London.
Upon his return from Lebanon in October ‘24, withholding info on his marriage, he asked me to help him find a house and convince the many landlords and estate agents to give him the rental although he wasn’t eligible for proving affordability criteria. I lend a decent amount of money to buy furniture and other stuff.
This man kept lying, manipulating, deceiving.
He only moved out the night she arrived, he continued coming to see me, even though I told him to stop multiple times. He came to my house on occasions even with her. I felt so sick.
I am so ashamed of myself, I have not made the right choices in my life.
Please, I beg you, help me find a good man, who will care for me, a selfless man. Financially I cope, I am looking after myself and my daughter. I don’t have much but we are okay, I had some money saved up which I have given this man.
I do not have any financial security, and I am only going to get settled status in the UK in 2030. With no money to my name, no family involved, and a lot of damage; would there be a man, a good, kind hearted, a real gentleman who would be willing to accept me the way I am and provide some sort of security and protection from any further harm, Allah knows I need it desperately.
I don’t want to be used and disposed – I want genuine care,
Glad you have read through. I could carry on giving you details – I sure have missed out more than half the details, but I am sure you will get a good idea by now.