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

He called his mom, Stephanie, every single day. Sometimes twice. If she had an opinion about something, like what color shirt he should buy, which route he should take to work, or whether he should get a haircut, he listened like she was delivering divine wisdom.

But I brushed it off as sweet.

“He just loves his mom,” I told myself. “She’s a widow. She raised him on her own. That’s not a bad thing.”

I was so wrong it hurts to think about now.

He called his mom, Stephanie, every single day.

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