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

The moment we got married and moved into our new apartment together, everything shifted.

If Stephanie called during dinner, Harry answered, even if I was mid-sentence, mid-story, or mid-breath. He’d hold up one finger like I was an interruption, not his wife sitting across from him.

If we had plans and his mom suddenly needed help with moving furniture or picking up groceries, our plans evaporated. No discussion. No apology.

The moment we got married and moved into our new apartment together, everything shifted.

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