Struggles After Embracing Islam

As Salamu Aleykum, I wanted to share my story, and it might be a bit long. I live in London, UK, and grew up in a family where the Quran was around but never really read. We believed in a Creator, but thought most religious details were 'man-made.' I always felt connected to Allah, like something was missing, even when I had nice cars and plenty of money. After I got married, during my first pregnancy, I began exploring Islam more deeply, watching countless videos about the Quran and the signs of the Last Day. Allah SWT made things clear to me, and I took my Shahadah before my child was born. Alhamdulillah, I whispered the Shahadah into my baby's ear and chose an Islamic name. But things got tough. The more I learned, the more I saw how our family lifestyle wasn’t aligning with what Allah asks of us. I kept my faith to myself mostly-people knew I was practicing, but I didn’t push it on anyone, since many seemed deeply attached to this world. My wife's actions started to bother me: her choice of clothing, wearing makeup only to go out, socializing in mixed gatherings, and even drinking. Once, she traveled abroad for her cousin's wedding, where an ex-partner would be present. I didn’t stop her, but when she returned, I found out there was an after-party with alcohol. She argued it was fine because relatives were there too. That felt like a betrayal, and we argued a lot. Later, I learned she also went sightseeing with other relatives the next day. My parents supported me, saying I had a right to feel betrayed. But when I spoke to her mother, she accused me of overreacting and being controlling, even lying about me interacting improperly with women at my business. The stress from all this hurt my work, and within a year, I went bankrupt and ended up in manual jobs. Time passed, our second child came, and things worsened. Insults became normal. I worked long hours, and coming home to no greeting was hard. I tried giving gentle dawah, reminding her we were meant to be together and should act like responsible parents. I still showed kindness with flowers, cooking, and help. But it weighed on me, especially when intimacy was used as a control tactic, making me feel my marriage was slipping away. My parents advised me to keep trying to save the family, so I did-even though I was kicked out over 40 times. Finally, when she asked for a divorce, I agreed. At the last family meeting, her mother and she claimed I was 'too religious.' I guess praying, fasting, and wanting my wife to dress modestly were too much. They spread rumors about me being abusive and manipulative, even speaking badly of my parents. I've never badmouthed their mother to others, so people only heard her side. The judgmental looks and fake smiles at events say it all. I just wanted to share this. When I took my Shahadah, I told Allah that no matter the test, I'd say Alhamdulillah. And I have. Some days were incredibly hard, but as the fog cleared, my priority was always clear. I wish I could tuck my kids in and sleep nearby, but Alhamdulillah, finding Islam was the greatest gift, no matter the cost. No real question here-just a revert's story of losing most family ties for practicing deen. JazakAllah Khair for reading, As Salamu Aleykum.