There are women who can be widowed or divorced and have their own lives. They can communicate with their children easily, but also have friends and interests. Whether they have sons or daughters is not an issue because they have options so do not need to squat on a child as if s/he is their personal property.
Then there are women who are divorced or widowed who absorb their son to the extent he is not allowed to have a life. He is their property and no one, not a wife, daughter, friend can dare to compromise their hold.
Many women have left lovely men because the mothers have squeezed them out. The Mother has demanded constant control, interfered and destroyed the marriage.
There is no way a wife can compete with a mother unless the man is aware and willing to sever the apron strings. In most cases, if the wife dares to mention The Mother it is virtually grounds for divorce, and so she, the wife, Second Best, leaves.
Once the Mother gets rid of Wife One it is unlikely he will attract Wife Two. The Mother, having already experienced what it is like; “Gee Mom, I can’t take you to the dentist because my wife is having a baby and I’m enroute to the hospital…” makes sure that no woman will ever get close to him.
If one even has a casual friend who is a Mama’s Boy it is absolutely pointless to make any plan in which he figures.
Once The Mother knows he plans to go with Stan to the game or with Lisa to the Movie, she creates a set of Herculean tasks that he will be unable to complete in time.
Innocent things, stopping by a garden, catching lunch, getting a lift are ruined by The Mother.
The only way he can breath on his own is if he goes a few hundred or thousand miles away from her. Not that this will stop her phoning and demanding, no. She will never stop.
By the time he realises that he has lost his wife, his friends, his chances because of her smothering, it is too late. There’s nothing he can do to repair the damage, and his life has been so skewered that he doesn’t know the meaning of independence.