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. I told her no—I work and study. Then she dropped a bombshell that genuinely scared me. She told me I needed to quit my job, drop out of college, and “focus on being a good wife.”
She said, “Dear, it’s time for you to know that my son is supposed to be the breadwinner.” Then she explained that their family had this long-standing tradition that had lasted for generations: only men are allowed to work and lead an active social life, while women are expected to stay home and be the keepers.
Later that evening at dinner, I mentioned that I wanted to become a lawyer. She looked at me like I’d just announced I wanted to run away and join the circus. Then she turned to my fiancé and said he deserved someone “better.” And he just sat there… and agreed.
As if that moment wasn’t awful enough, a week later she returned—with a suitcase. She literally moved in “for a couple of weeks” to “help me prepare for marriage.”
In her world, that meant trailing me around the kitchen to show me how to cook “real meals,” lecturing me about how often a wife should vacuum, and even trying to rearrange our closet so I’d “stop dressing like a teenager.” I felt like I’d been thrown into some sort of twisted domestic bootcamp I never signed up for.
That night, after she once again told him he deserved better—and he nodded along—I ended the engagement. I packed my things and left. He asked why, and I told him, “Because you already believe you deserve better.” He said I was “making a big deal out of nothing.”
His family thinks I overreacted. My mom says I should find a compromise and avoid burning bridges. But I don’t think I exaggerated anything—I simply took them at their word and walked away.
So… am I overreacting?