My mom always controlled every part of my life. She chose my clothes, picked my friends, and even decided where I went to college. But when I finally found love and planned my wedding, she went too far. What she did to ruin my big day wasn’t just controlling—it was a betrayal I could never forget.
Jeez, it is a long story, and I don’t even know where to begin. My mom raised me alone. My dad had gone off the radar even before I was born. I never knew him, not even through a story or a photo.
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Whenever I asked, my mom would say, “He wasn’t worth our time,” and that was that.
I wasn’t sure if my dad’s absence made my mom so controlling or if she had always been that way.
Either way, I grew up feeling smothered by a hyper-controlling mother hen. When I was little, it felt normal.
She picked my clothes, chose my friends, and decided my hobbies. “You’ll thank me one day,” she’d say.
But as I got older, I realized my life wasn’t like other kids’. They had freedom, sleepovers, and choices.
I wanted that too. But I wanted my mom to be happy even more. She often said, “All my happiness is in you,” and I believed it.
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When I applied to college, my dream was New York University. I wanted a fresh start.
But one day, I came home, and my mom told me I hadn’t gotten in. I was crushed. She hugged me as I cried, whispering, “It’s okay. You’re still my girl.”
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