I was engaged to an iranian before the coup, and called it off when his mother came over to prepare me for the life ahead. She was an armenian and had had a fairly independent life before marriage, and still resented not being allowed to drive and various other 'little' things that annoyed her. She was a widow but still had to defer to her husband's family's wishes, even to getting her brother in law to sign papers so that she could leave the country. On the surface life was very modern, heads uncovered, western clothes, people drinking alcohol albeit quietly. Even the girls were being sent to british boarding schools.
Then came the coup, only a few years later. Friends I had made were recalled by the government, no longer to be contaminated by westerners, I never heard from them again. Ex-fiance was back by then, I was so worried for him but so relieved that I hadn't gone. I heard about ten years later that his father had not survived the upheaval. When you are young and have lived a very free life over here, albeit being aware of being somehow 'not quite as good as a boy', you have no idea that some of the strange but colourful customs that you see are a real slight to women - such as having to cook a meal, serve the men first and eat after them. Just because some male thousands of years ago decided that it would be a good idea.
In effect, I realised in the nick of time that I would be a mere possession, and could be disposed of in the space of time it took to say 'I divorce thee' three times. That was what I was told every time I did something my fiance didn't quite approve of. I had such a narrow escape.