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Bachelorette Guide To Avoiding Mama’s Boys

I’m not a fan of mama’s boys. I find them mildly disturbing.

 

To me, a guy being a mama’s boy is one of the most unattractive and annoying traits a guy can have. I’ve talked to different guys who have bragged ad nauseam about being mama’s boys, and while some women may be into it, I know many (myself included) who are not. While every situation is different, this kind of situation can be problematic, stressful, and in some cases, a complete nightmare. And while it may be presumptuous to assume that all mama’s boys are not the best guys to date or build a life with, many of them should be approached with caution Here’s why. 

 

It’s not always a sign he’ll treat you right. A big misconception with mama’s boys is that if they’re good to their moms, they’ll be good to you too. This isn’t always true. I’ve seen these types of guys treat their moms like queens and then treat their girlfriends or wives like crap. I’ve also heard horror stories from different women, especially married ones, who were brutally honest about being with a guy whose mom continually caused problems, disrupted their relationship, and brought a lot of drama and stress because she was overly involved in her son’s love life or didn’t like who he was with. As a result, some of these guys sided with their moms as conflicts came and turned their backs on the women they were involved with. These types of men may also have an unrealistic expectation for a woman to be a replica of their mother too. Which is odd. I believe that one of the qualities of a real man is one who has his woman’s back and accepts her for who she is. I’m not saying a guy should dismiss or disrespect his mom, as that is never okay, but if a guy treats and showers his mom with love, help, respect, and support, he should do the same for you too. If he’s not and he won’t? Walk away. Or better yet, run. 

 

And second place goes to… Drum roll, please. The award for who will be second place in a guy’s life if he’s a mama’s boy goes to you. I can’t imagine too many women who are into playing second fiddle. So to all you mama’s boys out there, tighten up. I get that relationships between moms and sons are important. However, if you get involved with someone and things get serious? The other person shouldn’t be put second because of your mom. That’s not fair. Granted, every situation is different. But still. Any guy who has done this and has had a woman walk away from him and doesn’t know why? Bet money, your mom had something to do with it. “I would absolutely love to be second place in your life,” said no woman ever. 

 

A lack of healthy boundaries. Guys who don’t have healthy boundaries are walking red flags. Mama’s boys often tend to tell their moms too much information or check in with their moms before making certain decisions they can make on their own. And many of them have a habit of allowing their mom to overstep. This is not okay or normal behavior. I’m not insisting a guy can’t talk to his mom about certain things, but fellas, does your mom need to know everything? I don’t think so. Have healthy boundaries. If you’re a woman who’s dating or engaged or married to a mama’s boy and you’re not having any issues? God bless you. But if you’re a woman having problems with this dynamic? I’ll be lifting you up in prayer. God knows it’s probably needed.  

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