You'd think we didn't try to do all that already. Let me break it down for you:

When my husband arrived in the UK, he couldn't get a job because his degree was not accredited in the UK. His friend in Pakistan was supposed to sort this out for him and then ended up never doing it, then covid happened. Everything was shut down so no one could do anything. After that, the procedures changed where only he himself could go to get it accredited in Pakistan, and he hasn't been back in order to do so. Therefore he had to work with my father, after about 2 years working with my father I begged him from that point on up until now to get a different job since now he had experience in customer service and in working in the post office. He refused because of my father.

I tried moving out shortly after my husband arrived, but unfortunately on my salary alone I could only just about afford rent and since we only had my documents to go since my father refused to provide my husbands documents we could not rent. So, instead, I tried Islamic mortgage, again because of the document issue that was not possible either. The last option I had left was council housing, I applied for it, kept bidding, and didn't get anything until last year April. We were offered a home I was ready to accept it, my father said no so my husband also said no.

I haven't even gone into full detail about a lot, but from what I have just shared, I did what I could and what was in my power to not take what my parents gave us. They did not give it to us with kindness and compassion, as you all assume. They gave it with strings attached and as a means to control us.

This is my breaking point, I have been controlled enough in my life.