Home Home I’m 37, single, and I blame my mom for wrecking my love life. Her overbearing “care” drove away every guy I dated because none of them were ever “good enough.” Then Theo came along, and I just knew he was the one. I invited him over for a perfect evening, but to my shock, my mom sneezed from inside the closet. She’d been spying on us and handed Theo a list titled “Rules for Dating My Daughter.” I was beyond embarrassed, and Theo left, saying he had to go. A few days later, Theo showed up with flowers, and I thought things were finally looking up—until he dropped this bombshell: “Would it be okay if I asked YOUR MOM out on a date?” (check in first comment👇

I’m 37, single, and I blame my mom for wrecking my love life. Her overbearing “care” drove away every guy I dated because none of them were ever “good enough.” Then Theo came along, and I just knew he was the one. I invited him over for a perfect evening, but to my shock, my mom sneezed from inside the closet. She’d been spying on us and handed Theo a list titled “Rules for Dating My Daughter.” I was beyond embarrassed, and Theo left, saying he had to go. A few days later, Theo showed up with flowers, and I thought things were finally looking up—until he dropped this bombshell: “Would it be okay if I asked YOUR MOM out on a date?” (check in first comment👇

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At 37, I thought I was finally ready to date in peace, free from my mom’s watchful eye. But when my dinner with Theo turned into an impromptu family affair, I quickly realized I was wrong. My mom had crashed the evening with a list of rules—and somehow, ended up on a date with my boyfriend.

I always knew I had a mom. But sometimes it felt like she was my whole life. I was 37, but that didn’t stop her from checking in on me daily, making sure every detail of my life was under her control.

“Are you wearing warm socks?” she’d ask. “Are you sure he looked at you with respect and not… interest?”

I worked at a museum, adored art history, lived in my own apartment, had my own bank account, and even had two degrees. Still, every time I saw “Mom calling” on my phone, I instinctively straightened my posture.

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