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Now, today's first story comes from Exchimo, exchimo. Apologies about

the pronunciation there. And it says, am I the asshole for not listening to and kicking my husband

out after he said, I love you the first time? We are both Indian. We both lived in North America

since our childhoods.

As you might guess, it was an arranged marriage, so we only met a couple of times before

the wedding.

He told me right away that he had just gone through a breakup with a long-time girlfriend,

and it was the only reason he was going down the arranged marriage route.

It was fine with this as long as there wouldn't be any infidelity issues down the line and

he promised.

He stayed true to this but it was very cold to me for the first couple of months.

In these months we got intimate very often but the relationship felt purely physical

and lacked any emotional or personal connection.

Even the ring he got me was a $60 plane ring from Walmart. Seeing that honestly broke my heart and I wasn't sure

if he would ever actually love and care about me. The one thing he did for me was noticing that

I was struggling and overworked at my job. He makes 12 times what I was making at my job and told me that I didn't have to work

and could be a housewife slash homemaker, as his income was more than enough to afford us

a very comfortable lifestyle.

I want to clear this and say that he never pressured or manipulated me into quitting my job. The decision

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