u/Own_Examination1756

First of all, sorry for the long post.
My family and I have always been very close. We talk on the phone 2–3 times a week and see each other about twice a month. They live around 2 hours away from us.
I (30F) and my husband (31M) have been together for 15 years. We started dating when I was 15 and he was 16. My parents were extremely strict when we were teenagers and put a lot of rules on our relationship. Because of that, my husband developed a lot of resentment toward them. I was angry too at the time, but as I got older, I understood that they were trying to protect me, even if they didn’t always go about it the right way. I eventually forgave them.
When I turned 18, I moved to the United States with my husband and we got married. My family would visit us every year and stay for about a month at a time, and everything was always fine.
About four years ago, they moved closer to us, about two hours away, and that’s when my husband seemed to completely change. He stopped wanting to spend time with them, said my family was annoying, and claimed that I acted like a child whenever I was around them.
We had our son almost two years ago, and things have gotten even worse since then. There were some disagreements here and there, but nothing major. Then one day, my husband decided to completely cut off contact with my family. He said he couldn’t do it anymore and didn’t want any involvement with them.
I accepted his decision. I’m a stay-at-home mom, and for the sake of our son, I chose to stay married and focus on raising our child together. It’s been over a year and a half since my husband has seen my parents. Occasionally he’ll see one of my siblings if they spend a weekend with me, but that’s it.
I don’t talk about my parents anymore. I don’t bring them up. They’ve basically become a taboo subject in our house.
The problem is that everything related to them turns into a fight.
For example, today was Father’s Day. I posted an Instagram story wishing my husband a Happy Father’s Day. Right after that, I posted a photo of my son with my dad wishing my dad a Happy Father’s Day too. My husband became furious. We were at the park having a picnic, and the moment he saw it, he packed everything up and left.
What’s frustrating is that on Mother’s Day, he did the exact same thing. He posted a picture of me and then posted one of his own mother. I had absolutely no problem with that.
At this point, I’m exhausted. We drove home in silence and haven’t spoken since. These situations are happening more and more often.
For the past two months, he’s been sleeping in the guest room. We only talk about practical things or things that interest him.
Other than the hatred he seems to have toward my parents, he’s honestly a great husband. He’s financially responsible, has always taken very good care of me, and is a wonderful provider.
I don’t know what to do. Our son is about to turn two. I’m not working, and I’m terrified of getting divorced and not being able to support myself. My husband has always been the provider, and even when I worked, the difference between our incomes was huge.
On top of that, we genuinely enjoy the same things and our personalities are very compatible. But sometimes I feel like his anger toward my parents is stronger than his love for me.
I know my parents aren’t perfect, but I thought that accepting his decision to cut them out of his life would be enough for our marriage to improve. Instead, it seems like it isn’t enough. It feels like no matter how much space I give him, the resentment keeps growing.
Part of me feels that getting divorced would be throwing away 15 years of our lives. I still see potential in our relationship, but potential alone isn’t enough.
What do you think?

EDIT: Everyone is saying that something is missing. It’s too long of a story, but I’ll try to fill in some gaps.
Back in 2021, we went through a hard phase in our marriage. I wasn’t happy in our relationship because of the way he treated me. I remember saying I was emotionally drained. I was the only one trying to make amends, trying to talk. He’s the quiet and silent type, and I felt crazy for wanting more—for wanting to live and experience things. He’s loyal, good-looking, responsible, and really wanted to have a family, but I was unhappy.
He changed. He treated me better, tried to communicate, and was putting in effort for the first time. I wasn’t really buying it, but I was scared of divorcing without a reason other than being unhappy and emotionally drained.
Then my dad got a work opportunity that would allow him to live close to us, about two hours away from where we live. I was so happy to have my family around that I gave my relationship another chance.
My husband didn’t like that at all. He didn’t want my family to be here and asked me to tell them to wait longer until we figured out our marriage. I talked to my family about us going through a hard phase, but if my dad didn’t accept the job, they would choose someone else. So they came—my mom, dad, brother, and sister—and stayed in our house for about three weeks in 2022 until they found a place to live and moved to their city.
My husband hated the idea of them being here and was indifferent toward them most of the time. I was walking on eggshells, trying to give my family attention and be happy they were here, while also trying to stay close to my husband and meet his needs.
Those three weeks were hell. And mind you, I had wanted to divorce not long before that, but I went through all of it trying to make everyone happy.
My parents moved, and they were really busy trying to adapt, learn the language, start a new job, and build a life here. My husband’s relationship with my parents changed. He said they were disrespectful for coming to live here, that we were happy by ourselves, and that we didn’t need them.
One important fact is that back home, both of my parents had amazing careers as lawyers, while my husband grew up with his single mother, who is a teacher. He always felt “less than” or not as wealthy as my family, but I was never materialistic and never cared about that. He’s a hard worker and completely changed his life for the better. We bought our house at a young age, became financially independent, and I think he placed a lot of his self-worth in work and money.
After my parents moved here, they struggled financially and, like I said, were trying to adapt. I noticed my husband making comments about my parents finally seeing what America is really like, that people have to work harder here, and that my siblings would never make a life here because they’re lazy. He even said my parents were jealous of our life and that was why they moved here.
During 2022 and 2023, my husband and I traveled a lot. We went to Europe multiple times, visited home, and were just trying to live a happy life. My siblings would come stay with me on weekends, and my parents would visit for holidays and birthdays.
I noticed here and there that my husband would become quieter than usual and have that terrible resting bitch face. Maybe my dad made a comment or joke that my husband didn’t like and I didn’t notice. Like I said in the comments, that was probably my fault, but I’m not a very observant person.
We also visited my parents at their house and stayed for weekends. To me, everything seemed fine. During that time, my husband was also really pushing to have a child. I was hesitant, to be honest. I was scared of how my life would change, but we had been married for a long time, I was getting older, and we decided to try.
The first time we tried, I got pregnant.
Then things got worse. He started bringing up things from when we were teenagers and my parents wouldn’t let us see each other as often. He said he would do the same thing to them with our child. He would get upset over things he projected my parents might do, like coming every week or staying too long with the baby, and I would tell him we could talk about those things when they happened because we didn’t know what it would actually be like.
This post is already too long, but if you’re still here, the point when he completely cut my family out of his life was when my baby was two months old.
My parents came to spend the day with us. They arrived around 9 a.m., and when my husband got home from work around 3 p.m., my parents were still there. He got furious, took a shower, left the house, and completely ignored them.
My parents told me they were leaving and apologized. I was shocked and heartbroken. I was freshly postpartum. Since then, my parents have never seen or spoken to my husband again.
I’ve only visited my parents once. Usually, they come here and we spend the day at the park or walking around stores.
When my husband and I talk about it, he says my parents don’t respect him, that they’re destroying our marriage, that I don’t have boundaries, that they aren’t as good of people as everyone thinks, and that they’re intruders.
When I ask for examples, he can never really give me anything specific. He gets emotional, and I end up confused.
I don’t know if my parents are really that bad and I just don’t see it, if I’m a “golden child,” or if my husband is being controlling and emotionally abusive like some of you have suggested.
I’ve thought about that before. I’ve told him that respect is different from control. I’ve even read him the definition. He stays quiet when I talk. I don’t know if he’s listening or if he’s so angry that he can’t hear what I’m saying.
I’m sorry I can’t reply to everyone, but I am reading all of the comments. - I also used ai to help correct my grammar in case you’re wondering.
I might add he comes from divorced parents, his father moved to USA when he was 2, he grow up with his single mom and older sister. He said multiple times that our son would be just like him, from divorced parents without a father because I’d choose my family over him.