My Husband Said His Mom Deserved the Front Seat More than Me – I Taught Him a Lesson

The worst part came on a Saturday afternoon.

I felt tears building but refused to let them fall in front of him.

We were all heading out together, and I walked toward the passenger side, more out of habit than hope. Still, a tiny part of me thought… maybe this time.

Harry got there first and opened the front door.

I stepped forward.

But before I could slide in, he stopped me with a glance and a shrug.

“This isn’t for you. Mom’s sitting up front.”

Harry got there first and opened the front door.

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