My husband (33 m) and I (23f) have been together for almost 7 years and he is/was the lolm. we met when I was 16 fresh out of HS going to college, he met my family when I was 18. I was a virgin and we couldn’t be intimate without getting married ( we’re Muslim btw), he proposed when I was 20 and we got married when I was 22 right after graduating from grad school, I never wanted to be a stay at home mom or wife( b4,we even began to date, he was aware of my expectations) . From 2017 to the end of February 2024, my husband was loving, caring, supportive and handsome. he was my best friend, my mentor. He is an engineer and I work in finance, we ( mostly him) built a house from the ground together, we have a garden where we don’t have to buy fruits and veggies, I was his princess. On November 2023, I saw my face was getting swollen and my belly became longer than usual, I didn’t really paid attention because I was blooded. 6 days later, I ended up at the hospital bc I wasn’t feeling normal, the doctor told me that I was pregnant. Husband was soo happy!! I didn’t know how to feel about it but I was happy just because he was. He took great care of me, he went over and beyond to make sure that I was happy specially when he found out that I was caring a pair of babies and I was grateful for that. This relationship was not perfect but we always find a solution or a way to make things work between us until February 2024. Out of nowhere, My husband started to give me ultimatum to choose between my career or my family and he also started commenting and complaining about my look, the length of my belly, he has spent an entire week making nasty comments about my body he kept saying how my belly occupied more than half of the bed, and after delivering the baby my next stop should be at the gym instead of home because I looked “ funny”. Those comments hurt me still now and he could see the pain in my eyes. He didn’t want to go work or outside he told the way I looked will made him looked bad. He got mad for the simplest things/cause, he yelled at met, he husband that I knew for the pas 7 years was a completely different one, he made me cried every day for the last two months straight, but I was still holding because I thought it was a “phase” and everything will be okay and I refused to believe it until a week before my due date. He told me that In order for him to sign the birth certificate a DNA test is required, innocent looking girls are always the biggest whore, proceeded to tell me “who knows, you might have one of those work husband”. I was so hurt, exhausted and mad the only word that came out of my mouth was OK, and that was my last word with him. On the delivery day, I took all stuff that I packed for babies and I, I took an Uber to the hospital I was meeting with my best friend ( her husband is a lawyer specializing in divorce IYKYJ) who was there with me during the delivery and god. Husband knew the delivery date, but didn’t have the address of the hospital,I give my babies the name with my grandfather’s last name. I told the nurses that I am the mom and dad. My husband he showed up the next day after I gave birth, and still demanding the DNA test and complaining on the type of wife that I am. Again I ignored. I went home with my babies, I was exhausted bc he didn’t help me with them at all to a point that I moved to my best friend’s house just she helped me with them. He called all his family members saying that I am cheating on him and the twin aren’t his,They are calling me every single day calling me names, I am tired, depressed and fed up. I contacted my husband and told him that I agree to do the DNA test, but expect a divorce soon and I am not going to change the name. We did and he was the father, all his family were calling to apologies and wanted to meet the babies including the dad and begging me to come back. I said NO and that was my final decision. All his family again texting me and threatened me for not letting them see the kids and divorcing their boy. AITAH?
Edit Sorry for the long text, typos and and any confusion. I haven’t say anything about my family because I’m an orphan. My mom and dad died in a car accident when I was 8, and I was living with my grandparents until 2020 on Covid.