I recently got married, and we’re staying with my husband’s mom until we can afford to move out.
But she insists my husband sleeps in her room instead of ours, claiming it’s just how they’ve always done things.

I was shocked and incredibly uncomfortable.
He doesn’t see anything wrong with it.
One evening, I came home to find her angrily throwing my things into garbage bags.

She accused me of “stealing” her son and said I wasn’t welcome in her house.
I confronted her, and my husband just stood there, looking torn but saying nothing.

I turned to him. “Are you seriously okay with this? With your mother throwing your wife out?”
He swallowed hard. “I don’t want to upset her. She raised me. She needs me.”

“And what about me?” I asked, my voice trembling. “You made a vow to me. To us. To our marriage.”
His mother scoffed. “Marriage doesn’t erase the fact that he’s my son first!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“So what now?” I asked. “You’re just going to let her kick me out?”
My husband hesitated, looking between us. And that hesitation told me everything I needed to know.