My Son Spent Years Searching for the Right Woman to Marry, and I Never Questioned His Choices. When He Finally Turned 30, He Met Emily—She Seemed Absolutely Perfect for Him. Every day I’d hear how kind and beautiful she was, and it was clear my son was truly in love. I liked Emily myself. With real passion, my son would tell me and his friends all about her wonderful qualities—she seemed ideal, and he didn’t hesitate to marry her. As a loving mother, I wholeheartedly supported his decision. Planning the wedding was no small feat, but my friends were incredible. The bride had wonderful parents, and we all got on brilliantly from the start. At first, everything was lovely, but over time things began to change. Their marriage started unraveling with more frequent misunderstandings. I knew it was only their first year of marriage and assumed it would get better, but I worried because I so wanted them to be happy together. One evening truly rattled me. Late at night, my son arrived at my door with his belongings, telling me Emily had thrown him out and he had nowhere else to go. He stayed with me for a few days, and Emily never once came by to try and talk things out. This started happening repeatedly. When my daughter-in-law told me she was pregnant, I decided to speak with them both and offer advice to help them avoid future misunderstandings. Unfortunately, it only made things worse. Their arguments became more frequent, and my son spent more and more nights at my place. I could tell he was struggling; he wasn’t the happy man he once was, and disappointment was written all over his face. Seeing my son trapped in such an unhappy marriage was unbearable, so I advised him to consider whether it was worth staying. I told him he could be a wonderful father even if they lived apart. That’s exactly what happened—he soon filed for divorce. Shortly afterward, Emily came to me for help. She begged me to convince my son to withdraw the divorce papers, not wanting to break up their family. I told her many times she should look after her family. She accused me of interfering and claimed I was destroying her marriage. Now I wonder if I was wrong to push my son toward divorce. His wife dislikes me, and he’s becoming more distant too. Maybe they still love each other? Living apart isn’t good, but living together wasn’t working either.

My son spent many years searching for the right woman to make his wife, and I never once questioned his choices. At last, when he had reached the age of thirty, he found Emily, whom he thought to be his perfect match.

Nearly every day I heard about how kind and lovely she was. It was clear that my son was truly in love. I rather liked Emily myself. With great enthusiasm, my son would tell both me and his friends about her virtues she seemed to him the ideal woman, and so he didnt hesitate to marry her rather quickly. As a loving mother, I supported his decision wholeheartedly.

Arranging a wedding is often a challenge, but my friends truly outdid themselves. The brides parents were wonderful people, and from the very beginning we all got on splendidly. At first, everything was beautiful, but over time, things began to change. Their marriage started to unravel, with misunderstandings occurring more often. I knew it was only their first year together and believed they would weather the storm, but worry crept in I wanted nothing more than for their marriage to be happy and successful.

One evening in particular unsettled me deeply. Late at night, my son arrived at my doorstep with his belongings, explaining hed nowhere else to go as my daughter-in-law had thrown him out. He stayed with me for several days, but Emily never once came to try and reconcile. This became a recurring pattern.

When Emily later told me she was expecting, I decided to sit down and speak with the both of them. I hoped to offer some advice that might spare them further misunderstandings in future. Instead, I only made matters worse. Their disagreements became even more frequent, and my son spent more and more nights at my house. I could see how difficult things were for him. He was no longer that happy young man he had once been; there was a shadow of disappointment in his eyes.

Seeing my son suffer in such an unhappy marriage, I eventually advised him to think carefully about whether it was truly worth staying. I told him he could still be a wonderful father, even if he lived apart. Not long after that, he filed for divorce at the local court.

Some time later, Emily came to see me and pleaded for my help, asking if I could persuade my son to withdraw the divorce petition, as she did not wish to break up the family. More than once, I advised her to take care of her own marriage. People blame me for meddling, saying I orchestrated the separation. Now, when I appear in public, there are whispers and accusations that I interfered where I shouldnt have.

To this day, I wonder whether I ought to have pressed my son to go through with the divorce. His wife now harbours a strong dislike for me, and my son himself seems to drift further away. Yet, perhaps there are still feelings of love between them? Living apart is hard, but living together was no better. Even now, I am left reflecting whether I did the right thing.