UNDER HER ROOF,UNDER HER RULES
"I didn’t know I was marrying two people.
He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings.
The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me.
But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries.
I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband.
At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family.
Then I told myself it was temporary.
Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference.
This is not a story of hate.
It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight.
This is my truth.
The marriage I thought was mine.
The home that never really felt like home.
And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".