Bride of Chucky

Does marriage mean abandoning your friends? Does it mean giving up your independence and individuality? Is it a license for you to be a psycho bitch to those who care about you and your social life? And what's the deal with all the WE….We this, we that…how about just I….just one fucking I.
As in I went to the toilet.

One of my closest friends just got hitched.
And I’m not liking it.
Not one bit.

Suddenly its Phil this and Phil that and Phil doesn’t think we should go out tonight…

Well, PHIL:

I used to see her about twice a week when we would go on our lunch break together, or catch a movie or a drink or two after work. She’s been married a month but I haven’t seen her once since the blessed event. Understandably they may still be honeymooning and between the marathon sexcapades and working to pay the bills there isn’t much time for anything else.

I’m an understanding person and “I was having sex” is indeed a valid excuse for absolutely everything under the sun. It would be okay if that’s what is keeping her away. But it isn’t.

I called her up and suggested that after work we go sample the beverages on display at a new lounge I discovered the other day. She said she had to ask for permission (??!!!). Apparently Phil is a little grumpy today so when Phil saw the SMS she sent and called her back he didn’t mention anything about her request.
Her analysis was that: (a) Phil deliberately ignored it because he doesn’t want her to go out or (b) he forgot about it.

Oh, now it all makes sense! But of course. He forgot. Excellent excuse, especially considering how much of a strain it is on your vocal cords to BRING IT UP. How about option (c)- your husband is a fucking asshole.

I’m sitting here trying to understand why Phil’s bad mood is our problem. He can stay at home and be miserable while we spend an enjoyable evening together or he can tag along. But to prevent her from going out with an old friend on account of his foul mood is disgusting. But even worse is that fact that she lets herself get completely controlled like that. Her only defence for this is “uh, you know how it is when you’re married….”
No, I'm sorry but I don’t.
Maybe someone can enlighten me here, but I’m having a little trouble understanding this arrangement. Maybe these restrictions make her feel secure and loved. This scenario reminds me of those women who get repeatedly beaten up by their husbands but are so emotionally insecure that you couldn’t pay them to leave the bastards.
Life is fucked up.