Linda grabbed her folder and stormed out of the apartment, muttering under her breath, the sound of her heels clicking furiously against the floor.
Matt sat down, his head in his hands. “Sandra, I’m so sorry.
I didn’t know…”
“Of course you didn’t,” I said, crossing my arms, my voice brimming with disappointment and desperation. “Because you never questioned her. But now you have a choice to make, Matt.
Are we partners, or is this marriage just a game where your mom pulls the strings?”
He looked up at me, his eyes full of regret, vulnerability seeping through his usually confident demeanor. “You’re right. I’ve been an idiot.
I’ll fix this. I swear.”
“Good,” I said, grabbing my coffee, my tone leaving no room for argument. “Because I’m not playing second fiddle to your mom.
Ever.”
It’s been a week since that showdown, and things have been… better. Matt’s been trying. He’s apologized more times than I can count, and he’s finally starting to see his mom for who she really is.
“I never realized how controlling she’s been my entire life,” he confessed one evening, his voice tinged with shame and newfound clarity.
“Better late than never,” I’d responded, squeezing his hand.
I haven’t spoken to Linda since that night, and honestly?
That’s how I prefer it. The occasional passive-aggressive text from her gets immediately deleted. No drama, no engagement.
As for my paycheck?
It’s staying exactly where it belongs — in MY account. My hard-earned money, my rules.
Matt’s been different too. More attentive.
More respectful. Like he’s finally understanding what partnership actually means.
“So,” he asked me just yesterday, “Are we okay?”
I looked him straight in the eye. “We’re working on it.”
So, what do you think?
Was I too harsh, or did they have it coming?
Source: amomama
