Sorry to say, but you sound young. When you have been married into a Jordanian family getting on for 30 years, as I have, then lets compare experiences. Also, education makes a lot of difference. You say you are in an educated open minded family. And that your husband was already Swiss when you met him, so presumably living in Switzerland for a long time before you met him?
As for calling me silly, that is really rude. Like I say, when your experience parallels my own, and some of the other women on here, that hasn't matched your own experience, maybe you'll come off your high horse and stop looking down on the rest of us.
I had a friend in lebanon who felt very much like you. But here's the thing, you see it only from your side. This girl would say to her sister in law, to whom she was close, that it was like they had always known each other and that they would have met and been close friends even if she wasn't married to the brother. Mmm, you know what the sister in law told me? If it weren't for her brother being married to a foreigner she would probably never have met any foreigners. Yes, they are friendly, but from her point of view, if it weren't for the girl living in Beirut, probably she would not even think about her often, much less miss her.
In my experience, there were, and probably still are, two groups of women married to local boys - those who had cars, could afford everything, including to live in nice houses in good areas, could fill up their cars without thinking about the cost and shopped at supermarkets like C-town and the like, who sometimes worked and had their children in good private schools, and if they felt like a visit home, would just hop on a plane, without a thought as to the cost, ebcause they could afford it. You sould like you come from that kind of family, and good luck to you if you do. Foreigners who have never set a foot inside one of the camps, much less the informal settlements where sewage runs in the streets in bad weather, let alone done anything to help the people there.
Then there's the other girls, who married boys from East Amman or the camps, where you can't walk alone in the streets, where even groups of women don't go by unchallenged, where it takes weeks before strangers know who you are and leave you alone when you go to buy bread, or vegetables from the market. Houses where there is little or no heating in the winter because there isn't the money for the gas. Where people don't take themselves or their children to the doctor when they are sick, because they can't afford the cost of the visit, much less the medicine. When your family has as many widows as mine, then let's compare.