I (f23) have been with my fiancé (m24) for three years. I love him—or at least I always thought I did. Our relationship had always felt solid: we supported each other, shared dreams, all that good stuff.The only thing missing was meeting his mom. She lived out of state, so it just hadn’t happened yet… until two weeks ago. Now, honestly, I kind of wish it never had.
The very first time I met his mother, she immediately asked if I was “properly taking care of her boy.” She went down the list: feeding him, doing his laundry, cleaning the house. I said yes, even though it stung, because I’m juggling a job and college, and when I get home, I’m still the one cooking and cleaning while he either naps or plays video games. When she and I were alone, she asked if I was a stay-at-home fiancée.