My mother called me the other day, and when she realised I was out at 6pm, she told me to home....

is she delusional enough to think she can tell me what to do when I'm across the ocean?? I suddenly felt so suffocated talking to her on the phone. You can't outrun the toxicity even when you move out.

I'm just so scared to tell her about the man I intend to marry, she's never going to let me because he's not upper class and has a smaller house. :( I'm going home soon (to visit my family) and I don't know how to approach this conversation with her. I'm so scared. She has thrown tantrums in the past over me talking to boys. She has sl.ut-shamed me, called me every dirty name under the sun. I'm 31 now. If she refuses to let me marry him, I'll never return.