No More Playing Mommy: I Cancelled Our Wedding!

I used to think Oliver’s "baby syndrome" was just his way of showing how deeply he loved me.

We sent over two hundred SnapChat messages a day, and he insisted on eating my home-cooked meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

He would FaceTime me for a kiss whenever he was exhausted from working overtime, and he’d act clingy at parties, begging me to feed him fruit.

I got used to this for three years.

But right before our wedding, his childhood friend Vivian found me.

She looked at me with a patronizing, pitying smile.

"Do you honestly believe a CEO actually has 'baby syndrome'?"