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

Then he turned to his mother, all smiles. “Come on, Mom. You deserve the front seat. You’re the number one woman in my life.”

Stephanie sank comfortably into the seat and gave me a smug smile through the rearview mirror, like she’d just won a prize.

I climbed into the back.

That was the moment I understood with brutal clarity: I wasn’t Harry’s partner. I was an afterthought.

And I’d had enough.

“Come on, Mom. You deserve the front seat. You’re the number one woman in my life.”

I didn’t cry that night. I was done doing it. I devised a plan instead.

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