Dating an egyptian american men
If things would go wrong I would bear the burden, but I trusted and supported him. Late in the night he came home, then I was the one that had to fax the orders to the suppliers.From that moment onwards he changed completely, he became a real horror. I had to get up early every day to go to work, but he expected me to stay awake until he came home.He humiliated me in front of customers and friends.He yelled, threw everything he could find towards my head and brought up his best Arab terms of abuse.If I was already in bed, then he waked me up and cursed at me. I was not a welcome guest in his barbershop, he felt as if I was checking on him.Nevertheless he expected me to do the book keeping, the billing, the rent and the loans.I didn’t really understand what he meant, but het explained me that in that way we could share a hotelroom as we were going to Luxor. We planned to stay in Holland for several years to earn some money and then move to Egypt. After he had lived here for more than six months, he thought that renting a house, was a waste of money and he suggested we should buy a house.Later on we could get married in the official way, I agreed. All this with the money I had from an inheritance and a small loan.
From the moment I started working in the shop, he claimed a percentage of the daily revenue.
He’d been working like a hairdresser before and liked to pick that up again.
As we were married, I had to sign together with him on all the paperwork; rent of the building, loans, etc.
I didn’t want to stop working as an emplyee and requested to start working part time, the other days I’d work in the shop. Apart from that the housework, the upbringing and care of our children was my task.
Everything that went wrong in the shop, became my fault, he treated me like a slave.