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

I married Jake because I believed in our love. We had been together for three years before tying the knot, and I thought I knew everything about him. But it wasn’t until after the wedding that I realized how much influence his mother, Linda, had over him.

Linda was a strong-willed woman who had raised Jake on her own after his father passed away when he was young. She was always around, offering advice and guidance, which I initially found endearing. However, things took a turn for the worse when we moved in with her.

Jake and I had our own apartment, but Linda insisted that we move into her house for a while. She said it would help us save money and that she could assist us in adjusting to married life. Reluctantly, I agreed, thinking it would be a temporary arrangement.

From the moment we moved in, Linda took control of everything. She decided what we ate, how we spent our weekends, and even how we decorated our room. Jake never questioned her decisions; he simply went along with whatever she said. Whenever I tried to voice my opinion, Linda would dismiss me, saying she knew what was best for us.

I felt like an outsider in my own marriage. Jake and Linda had their own routines and inside jokes that I wasn’t a part of. Whenever I tried to talk to Jake about how I felt, he would brush it off, saying that his mother was just trying to help.

One evening, after a particularly frustrating day, I decided to confront Jake. I told him that I felt like he was more committed to his mother than to me. He looked at me with confusion and said, “But she’s my mom. She knows what’s best for us.”

That was the moment I realized that Jake would always put his mother’s wishes above mine. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn’t compete with the bond he had with Linda.

As the months went by, things only got worse. Linda’s control over our lives became suffocating. She criticized everything I did, from the way I cooked to the way I dressed. Jake never stood up for me; he always sided with her.

I started to feel like a prisoner in Linda’s house. My self-esteem plummeted, and I began to doubt my worth. I regretted ever agreeing to move in with her and wished I had seen the signs earlier.

One day, after yet another argument with Linda, I packed my bags and left. I moved back into my own apartment and filed for divorce. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but I knew it was the right one.

Looking back, I regret wasting so much time trying to make things work with Jake and his overbearing mother. I allowed them to manipulate and control me, losing myself in the process. But now, I’m slowly rebuilding my life and learning to stand up for myself.

I hope that by sharing my story, others will recognize the signs of an unhealthy relationship and have the courage to walk away before it’s too late.