I love my boyfriend, but I’m realizing how much of his life revolves around his mother
I’m 30F and my boyfriend is 35M. We’ve been together for 1 year and 2 months. I love him a lot and he is genuinely a very kind and loving person, but during our relationship I slowly started realizing how much his entire life revolves around his mother. I didn’t know all of this when we started dating. I found out little by little the more time I spent with him and his family.
He lives with his mom, who has depression, and he seems to feel responsible for almost everything about her wellbeing. She calls him while he is at work because she feels lonely and wants him to come home. She has also threatened to hurt herself when he leaves her alone, which obviously puts a huge amount of pressure on him. Sometimes she gets scared at night and sleeps in his bed because she doesn’t want to be alone. When he is at my house he often worries about what she is going to eat because he says that if he doesn’t take care of it she might not eat for days. He even pays their cleaning lady to go every day partly so his mom has someone there with her.
She also calls him when we are together for really small things, like something on the TV or whether the dogs have eaten. Twice when he stayed late at my house she called saying she heard strange noises upstairs and was scared. He didn’t go home either time and later there was nothing there. I can’t say whether the noises were real or not, but the timing was strange.
The biggest issue for me is that she really doesn’t want him to move out. She tells him that she lived with her own father until he was 85 and “never abandoned him.” My boyfriend has told me that of course he CAN move out, but that when he does “Troy will burn.” So I don’t think he is completely unaware of the problem. I think he knows, but he is scared of the reaction he will get if he starts living more independently.
Something happened recently that kind of summarized the whole thing for me. We had spent Sunday together and stopped briefly at his house before going to mine. He had already told me we were just dropping some things off and then leaving. His mom started asking why we had to go to my house and why we couldn’t just stay there with her.
At some point I heard him tell her, “The thing is SHE doesn’t want to stay here.”
That bothered me a lot because HE wanted to leave too. I told him privately that I didn’t want him using me as the excuse because he was afraid to tell his mom that he wanted to go. If he actually wanted to stay, that was fine, but if he wanted to leave with me then he needed to say that himself instead of making me look like the reason.
He immediately told me I was right and apologized. About two minutes later he got up, went back to his mom’s room and told her himself that we were leaving. Then we left.
Those moments are what confuse me, because he actually can recognize what is happening sometimes. He has refused to rush home when she calls scared, sometimes tells her “I have to live my life too,” and he has spent entire weekends with me without constantly checking on her. He has also been open to the idea of therapy.
But I can also see how much resentment all of this has created in him. One time he became extremely overwhelmed after an argument with his mom and said that when she eventually dies he will finally feel free. He was so upset that he had to step away from what we were doing for a while to calm himself down. Afterward he apologized to me and tried to make up for ruining our plans. It was one of the moments where I realized this situation isn’t only affecting me. He seems trapped in it too.
Then there is their house, which is honestly another huge issue.
They have six cats and three dogs. One of the dogs is paralyzed from around the chest down and cannot control when he goes to the bathroom. They don’t use diapers because they say he hates them, so accidents happen inside the house. The other animals are not properly trained either, and the whole house smells like urine.
His mom also doesn’t like throwing old things away, so there are boxes and clutter everywhere. His bedroom is much more organized than the rest of the house, but lately even his room sometimes smells like urine.
There are things that genuinely shocked me because they seem completely normal to him. Once one of the dogs peed on his pillow and he cleaned it with alcohol, let it dry and kept using it. Another time his mom was recovering from major intestinal surgery and a cat peed on her blanket, and instead of replacing the blanket he just turned it over.
His sister, who lives abroad, also tells him that the house is too dirty and that the animals need more training, so it isn’t only me noticing it.
Recently I was sitting in his bedroom and the smell was strong enough that I was covering my nose with my coat. He noticed and asked if I smelled something strange. I told him I could smell pee. He didn’t argue with me, but he lit a candle and covered the smell instead of looking for where it was coming from.
For some reason that small moment stayed with me. It felt like a perfect example of the whole situation. The problem exists, everyone knows it exists, but instead of actually changing it they have learned how to live around it.
There has also been a separate issue between us that affected my trust. Recently he took intimate pictures of me without asking me first. We had never discussed taking pictures like that and I had never given permission. When I noticed something was wrong, he denied it at first and later admitted it. He apologized and deleted everything in front of me when I asked him to.
I chose to forgive him, but it still affected my trust, especially because he initially tried to hide what he had done.
What makes everything difficult is that I don’t see him as someone who is completely blind or unwilling to change. Sometimes when I point something out, he actually listens. Sometimes he puts limits with his mom. Sometimes he recognizes that he needs his own life.
I don’t want him to abandon his mother. I don’t want to compete with her either. I just want to be with someone who can love and help his mom without feeling responsible for whether she eats, sleeps, feels lonely or emotionally falls apart.
I also don’t want to become “the girlfriend who took her son away” simply because I want a normal adult relationship with him.
I love him, and I think that is what makes all of this so hard. Sometimes I see the small changes and feel hopeful. Other times I look at how deeply this dynamic is built into his life and I get scared that I could spend years waiting for those small changes to eventually become a completely different life.
I just needed somewhere to finally say all of this.