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‎I don’t even know where to start. Should I cry, should I laugh, or should I just thank God it ended early?

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‎My marriage ended after only 2 weeks. Yes, TWO WEEKS. Something I prepared for with my whole heart, something my parents spent so much money on, something I prayed for, shattered in just 14 days. And the reason? Bedroom drama.

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‎Let me explain.

‎From our courtship, I noticed my husband was very reserved when it came to discussing intimacy. Anytime I tried to bring it up, he would change the topic. I assumed it was because of his faith and maybe he was trying to keep the relationship pure until marriage. I respected that.

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‎But immediately after our wedding, reality hit me.

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‎On our wedding night, I expected love, passion, closeness. Instead, he avoided me completely. He said he was “tired.” I understood and didn’t push. But the next night, it was the same. And the next. By the fourth night, I asked him if something was wrong. He snapped at me and told me never to raise the topic again.

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‎My heart sank.

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‎I confided in my sister, who told me maybe he was just nervous. But one week passed, and my husband had not touched me once. Not even a kiss. Not even holding me like a husband should. He would just lie down and sleep, while I stayed awake in tears.

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‎The second week, I tried again. I approached him gently and asked if there was a health issue. I told him I was ready to support him no matter what. Instead of opening up, he shouted at me, saying I was “too obsessed with sex.” That broke me. Because I wasn’t desperate—I just wanted a normal marriage.

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‎Two nights later, I woke up in the middle of the night to see him watching explicit videos on his phone. I froze. I didn’t even know what to say. I quietly went back to bed, but my heart was burning. In the morning, I asked him why he would rather watch that than touch his own wife. He got angry, insulted me, and even said marriage is not all about “bed matters.”

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‎That was when I realized something was deeply wrong.

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‎The last straw came when his mother called me one evening. She said, “I heard you are troubling my son in the bedroom. Don’t you know some men don’t like it? Focus on cooking, cleaning, and building the home. Leave intimacy for when he wants it.”

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‎I almost collapsed. My mother-in-law knew what was happening, and instead of helping, she made me feel like I was the problem.

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‎By the second week, I couldn’t take it anymore. I packed my bags and returned to my parents’ house. My husband didn’t even call to check on me. Instead, he sent me a text saying if I can’t stay without “disturbing him about intimacy,” I should forget the marriage.

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‎Two weeks. That’s all it lasted. Two weeks of pain, shame, tears, and unanswered questions.

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‎Now I’m broken. I keep asking myself: Did I do wrong? Am I wrong to desire closeness in my marriage? Am I wrong to expect my husband to touch me, to make me feel loved and wanted?

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‎Please, I need advice. Was I too impatient? Should I have stayed longer to see if things would improve? Or did I do the right thing by leaving early?

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‎My heart is heavy. Please advise me.

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