I want to start from the very beginning. I raised my son alone. Many years ago, my husband left us with problems and debts.
It took an incredible amount of effort to handle everything and raise my son. His father, of course, paid child support, but the money was not enough to cover even the basic expenses.
Now my son is fifteen, and suddenly, his father appeared. Somehow, he got my son’s number, called him, and arranged a meeting. By the way, my ex-husband now runs a business. He denies himself nothing. When they met, he gave my son a brand-new, expensive computer, and after a few weeks, my son packed his things and moved in with his father.
Well, it makes sense—his father has a lot of money, unlike me. I am still paying off my mortgage… But I raised my son to be a smart boy. He did well in school, played sports, and was always polite.
But he left me so easily—his loving mother. He chose new toys and a comfortable life. His father hired the best tutors to get him into a prestigious high school. They travel abroad every holiday.
I couldn’t afford that. I could barely make ends meet.
In the end, my son left me. He chose “toys.” I stopped talking to him. He tries to mend our relationship, but I avoid him and don’t answer his calls. I am angry at my ex-husband. Not only did he leave us fifteen years ago with so many problems and debts, but now he has also taken my son away… He bought him with new gadgets and a good life.
I always tried to raise a good, polite boy, but it turns out I raised someone who betrayed me so easily. My friends tried to convince me that living with his father would be good for him. After all, he would have many opportunities. But it was all in vain—I was deeply hurt.
By the way, his father offered to take care of him, to hire the best teachers for him so he could get into a good school, and my son gladly agreed. He said he wanted his life to be like everyone else’s. I couldn’t give him what his father could. That was probably the decisive moment.
And now I am alone. I don’t know what to do next. When I feel bad, I remember when my son was little, how attached he was to me, how we played together. Now he has changed. Everything has changed, and I can’t believe this happened to us.
Sometimes, I just wish I could turn back time and return to when we were a family when I was everything to him. But now I understand that those days are gone, and I have to learn to live with what I have.
