Let’s see.
-about anywhere from 1 hour to 3 hours every night of your precious time making dinner for him, which will take a toll out on your hands with all the dishwashing, and will take a toll on your knees with all the standing you will do in the kitchen for the rest of your life (notice in a masjid how all the 60 yr old women have to sit in chairs because of osteoarthritis - embrace your future, ladies).
-emotional stress that after your body gets flabby after baby number 1 then is beyond repair after baby number 2 (not boy number 2, but BABY number 2, but some would argue, same difference) that he may leave you for another younger woman.
-a couple of thousand dollars in the year that you will likely need to borrow from your parents if you don’t have a job, or dig out of your own savings to buy him the football game tickets for the season, and a nice new DVD, and some clothes (because he wont go shopping to buy himself clothes). Oh and that bling watch he has to wear at work. You know, you have to give him gifts, otherwise he is going to think you’re an ungrateful leech.
-Your body figure to be saccrificed after birthing his kids so he doesn’t die a lonely death and has someone to pass his name onto. Because that’s the most necessary thing in life, that there be yet more Mr. and Ms. Chaudry’s running around, because dammit, that name is bordering on extinction.
-Your dignity and your parents dignity that any time there is a fight, he calls up your parents to “scold you” and put you in your place, because as a Pakistani “mard” he was never taught how to fight a real girl.
-Your independence and your autonomy as you’ll likely be living in his parents’ house, because he never got a real education and a real job, and thus can’t afford to move out at age 35. The color of the drapes are his mom’s choice, never yours.
-A limit placed on your ambition, if you were to have any, because, you can’t make more money than him, and you can’t possibly have a title better than his (in the eyes of the Pakistani community at large). Therefore, if you plan on being a doctor or a lawyer or a CEO or anything really fancy where you make money and make your people and your religion look KICK ARSE, just be ready that 90% of the men out there who are at best doing office jobs will always be intimidated by you. So…you saccrifice your ambition, bite the bullet and take a 9-5 job where there is no glamour or fame or money or self-satisfaction.
I think other ladies can add.
