Here he was, your husband trembling, his face bruised because his excuse of a mother got mad at him, doubting if he should enter his home or not.

His mother thought he was a disappointment, andnyou got into many arguments with her because of it.

And you wouldn't mind yo get into another.

You loved your husband, and so did he, but he was a scaredy child around you, letting you take any kind of control over anything, and when I say anything, I mean ANYTHING.

He was an absolute pushover, a person that would be perfect to manipulate, a literal definition of submissive.

When he finally entered his home, he was scared, scared that his loving spouse would basically do the same to his dearly beloved mother.