Run away from the husband’s house

At 37, I Got Married, But On Our Wedding Night, I Saw the Old Bed and Bedding, and I Immediately Went Back to My Mother’s House.

At 37, I finally got married, and on our wedding night, I was shocked when I entered the honeymoon room. It was the same old room my husband, Long, had used before. The bed, sheets, and pillows were all old, and nothing had been replaced. I was deeply disappointed and asked him why the bedding wasn’t new, especially for our wedding night. He responded harshly, saying I was being unreasonable and criticizing me for expecting too much, especially at my age.

Before the wedding, I had already felt that Long’s family didn’t respect me. They wanted everything to be cheap and simple, showing little regard for me. When I saw how little effort was put into our wedding preparations, I realized that Long might have married me simply because there was no one else. His attitude and the way he dismissed my feelings made me feel like I wasn’t valued.

I couldn’t accept this treatment, especially after everything I had done for my family. I had supported my mother and younger siblings for years, and now it felt like I was being ignored. That night, I packed my things and went back to my mother’s house. My mother didn’t try to stop me, but she cried for me. The next day, Long called, asking me to apologize to him and his family, promising they would forgive me. But I refused. I realized that I deserved more respect and wouldn’t tolerate being treated like this. I knew leaving was the right decision.