You know, Ive always felt that nothing in life just happens by accident. Were all responsible for the paths we choose, and the consequences come back to us one way or another. Looking back, I know some of my decisions shaped all of this. When I was younger, I made a pretty poor choice by tying my life to a man who never really grew up, to be honest. I fell head over heels for Philip and foolishly put all my faith in him even though there were plenty of signs that he would never settle down. I thought maybe Id be the one to change him. Turns out, people dont change that easily, do they? Even after our son was born, Philip was still chasing after any woman whod look his way.
After a while, stories started circulating about Philips latest escapades. Friends, neighbours, and even some of my own family began mentioning things to me. I cant tell you what hurt more the humiliation or the heartbreak. I stayed in that miserable situation for five whole years. Fortunately, Philip eventually moved out of his flat and signed it over to our son so he wouldnt have to cough up child support. I ended up renting a small place from him, then moved in with my son and my mum, who needed looking after.
Ive always tried to make sure my son had everything he needed. Every penny I got from renting out the flat went straight into his school fees, clothes you name it. I wanted him to have the best childhood possible. The rest went to food, bills, and medicine for my mum. I kept telling myself that when he got older, hed understand what I sacrificed for him. Now, though, at 57, Im really struggling with diabetes. I have to keep a close eye on my blood sugar and rely on my insulin, just to make it from one day to the next.
The worst part is, my illness means I cant work, and no employer is interested in hiring a woman of my age with health issues. So, my only source of income now is what I get from renting out that flat. Just recently, my son hes turned 31 now told me that the tenants living in Philips old flat have to leave because he wants to move in there with his wife. When I said it would leave me homeless, he just shrugged and said it was my problem.
I cant wrap my head around it. I spent my whole life working so hard, and I still didnt manage to put any savings away for retirement. I honestly dont know what to do now… There are medicines to buy, groceries, bills to sort out. How could my own child do this to me? Who does he think he is?
