In a Reddit post, a pregnant woman shared her frustration about her husband, a self-described “momma’s boy,” who prioritizes his mother over her during her pregnancy. When she asked for more support, he shockingly stated, “My mom is more important to me than you.”
The woman handled the situation calmly, but her husband continued prioritizing his mother, even on their anniversary. Upset, she suggested he have a child with his mother since they were so close.
Seeking advice, she received support from Reddit users who criticized her husband’s behavior and suggested talking to him.
After the conversation, her husband promised to change, but the woman acknowledged the need to address the issue with her mother-in-law to ensure a healthier dynamic.
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