Many years ago, I fell pretty hard for a Muslim girl from Malaysia.
This is a conversation we once had. We were speaking in hypotheticals. (Forgive me. This isn’t exactly verbatim, as it was years ago and I’m going from memory):
Me: So what would your parents do if they found out you were living (unmarried) with an Atheist man?
Her: Lol. They would freak out! They might not let me leave. (She was referring to if she went and visited them after the fact)
Me: What?! Well, fuck that! I don’t want you going over there!
Her: Well, I guess I wouldn’t be able to go then.
Me: Huh?
Her: Yeah, if you’re my man, I can’t go unless you give me your blessing.
Me: Uh, yeah… You could just tell me to fuck off and go anyway. I’ll still be here for ya when you get back.
Her: Oh no! That’s not how it works!
We never had to deal with these cultural differences in a serious way because at the beginning of our relationship, her mother fell ill and she wound up moving back home so she could be with her in her remaining days.
I’ll say this: I’m not sure how this girl reconciles it’s (hypothetically) okay to live with (and have sex with) a man outside of marriage, but going on a trip sans her man’s blessing is crossing the line. I fully admit, I don’t get her logic.
All that said: I was pondering “what if”. If we did wind up moving in together, I’m not sure how I would deal with that sort of submissiveness.
I guess the only way to deal with that sort of cultural impasse would be to just always give your blessing. But that doesn’t exactly feel right either.
How would you deal?