“After Marriage, I Realized My Husband Only Listens to His Mother: I Regret Wasting So Much Time and Letting Them Control Me”

I married Harold out of love. We had been dating for three years before he proposed, and I thought I knew everything about him. But it was only after the wedding that I discovered a side of him that I had never seen before. Harold listens to his mother, Savannah, in everything.

Savannah was a charming woman, always smiling and offering advice. She insisted that we move in with her after the wedding. “It will be a new experience for you two,” she said. “I can help you adjust to living together.” Even though I had my own apartment, I decided to go along with it. Harold seemed happy with the arrangement, and I didn’t want to start our marriage with a disagreement.

At first, everything seemed fine. Savannah was helpful around the house, always cooking and cleaning. But soon, I started to notice that Harold would consult her on every little decision. Whether it was about what we should have for dinner or how we should spend our weekends, Harold would always ask Savannah first.

One evening, I suggested that we go out for dinner. Harold looked at me and said, “Let me check with Mom first.” I was taken aback. “Why do you need to check with her?” I asked. “We’re married now; we can make our own decisions.” But Harold just shrugged and went to ask Savannah.

This pattern continued for months. Every time I tried to make a decision or suggest something, Harold would defer to his mother. It was as if he couldn’t think for himself without her input. I felt like a third wheel in my own marriage.

One day, I decided to confront Harold about it. “Why do you always listen to your mother?” I asked him. “We’re supposed to be partners, but it feels like she’s the one making all the decisions.”

Harold looked at me with confusion. “What’s wrong with asking for her advice?” he said. “She’s just trying to help us.”

“But it’s not just advice,” I said. “You’re letting her control our lives. We need to make our own decisions.”

Harold didn’t see it that way. He continued to consult Savannah on everything, and I felt more and more isolated. I tried talking to Savannah about it, but she just smiled and said, “I’m only trying to help.”

As the months went by, I started to regret my decision to move in with Savannah. I felt like I was living in her house, not mine. Harold and I were growing apart, and I felt like I was losing myself in the process.

One day, I decided that enough was enough. I packed my bags and moved back into my own apartment. Harold was shocked when he came home and found me gone. He called me, asking why I had left.

“I can’t live like this anymore,” I told him. “I need to be with someone who values my opinions and respects my decisions.”

Harold tried to convince me to come back, but I stood my ground. I realized that I had wasted so much time letting them control me, and it was time to take back my life.

In the end, Harold and I divorced. It was a painful decision, but it was the right one for me. I learned a valuable lesson about the importance of independence and self-respect.