Forbade, my partner from taking our child to visit her family in India, haunted by past threats ..

Forbade, my partner from taking our child to visit her family in India, haunted by past threats and ignoring her, please. I'm a 37-year-old man, and for the past five years I've been living abroad with my partner who's 25 and our 4-year-old child. I love her more than I can probably even admit is healthy.
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 She's my whole world, my focus, my drive, every reason behind what I do, above everything. I want her happy, safe, and as far away as possible from anyone who might wanna hurt her. Recently she told me she wants to visit her family in India. She wants our little one to meet her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the whole extended family, and I get it.

I can see why that's important to her, but I couldn't let her go. It sounds terrible when I say it aloud. I know how it comes across controlling, obsessive, even villainous maybe. But the truth is, I can't get the passed out of my head. I can't forget the people who tried to hurt her when she was pregnant, the humiliation she endured and the sheer chaos they brought into our lives.

My instinct is to protect her even if those decisions are unpopular, even if they're hard. She calls me overprotective, unfair and controlling, and maybe she's not wrong, but there's this line where my love for her and my need to control anything that could harm her or our child just blurs together.

Sometimes I honestly can't tell the difference, so here I am stuck between what she needs and what I feel. I love her so much that I just can't let anyone, even her family threaten the life, the safety and the piece we've built together. Update one. Yes. I was 32 when she was 20 when she got pregnant.

She's my brother-in-law's younger sister. The first time our paths crossed was at a wedding when she had just turned 18. There was never any grooming, no secret countdown, nothing shady about how we met. I was a virgin then, just like any normal guy with urges, but I refused to act on them until I was certain she was the one.

When that certainty finally settled in, that's when we chose to be together, and together we lost our virginity. No regrets, nothing shameful. I've dated women my own age before, but most cheated on me. I wanted commitment, loyalty, someone I could actually trust with my heart. I never lay with anyone because I couldn't picture a future in their arms but her, she was different.

Confident, independent. And to be honest, she made the first move in bed. Yet somehow I ended up being painted as the villain in everyone's eyes. When she found out she was pregnant, her family's reaction was unimaginable. They threw her out, no bag, no money, not even a bite of food. There she stood abandoned for 18 hours, shivering and starving.

I was overseas at a business conference when she managed to call me, her voice trembling as she told me everything. I dropped, everything booked the first flight I could, and prayed through every mile, prayed for her and our unborn child. Arriving at the airport, I finally saw her. She was haunted by exhaustion, fear and hunger.

I felt utterly helpless. The woman I loved carrying my child deserved everything, but all she had to her name was fear in an empty stomach. I still can't erase the memory of her face, panic, fear, and deep, deep shame. How could I have failed her like this? That night? I brought her to a hotel, then immediately found her a secure apartment in a safe neighborhood.

I cooked for her myself, shopped for groceries, and stayed awake at night, driven by worry for her health. I never missed a single prenatal checkup when I could help it, but even then, family troubles only grew worse. Her relatives came around pretending to reconcile, and the moment I let down my guard, they attacked me.

The beating left me with fractures so painful I couldn't walk. My own family refused to help me. I'd never felt so cornered and alone the guilt, fear, and anger for everything she and our child endured. They haunt me every single day. I know half those shouting, creep, and predator would've nothing to say if a 33-year-old woman dated a 21-year-old guy.

But because I'm the man, suddenly I'm the monster. Let's get real. I didn't choose her for her age. I chose her for her fiery spirit, strong, stubborn, fiercely independent. Anyone who thinks she could be controlled, truly doesn't know her. When the world collapsed around us, I was there. I fought for her. I took care of her.

I bled, I was broken. I was terrified and helpless, and that's what real commitment looks like. I risked my own health, my safety, even my career to protect her. So before anyone throws around words like creep or control freak, maybe remember, while you sat safe behind your screens, I was willing to risk everything for the mother of my child.
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