I was one month away from 28. I lived with my parents, and was desperately looking for my own place, and my mom would come up with reason after reason to keep me home. Gosh was I a puppet on her guilt strings!

I met my husband in the fall and moved 50% of my stuff into his house within 3 months. I knew immediately that he was The One and was ready to make the move full-time when he proposed 5 months into our relationship... but my Mommy wouldn't let me. I was 27 for Pete's sake!!!! And my mom wouldn't let me... I would have been living in sin. Yeah, with my financee, whom I married that summer.