My son spent years searching for the right woman to marry, and I never questioned his choices. Finally, when he turned thirty, he met Emily, whom he thought was absolutely perfect for him.
Almost every day, Id hear about how kind and beautiful she was. My son was truly head over heels for her. I must admit, I liked Emily as well. With great enthusiasm, he would tell me and all his friends about her wonderful qualitiesshe seemed to him the ideal partner, so he didnt hesitate to marry her quickly. As a caring father, I fully supported his decision.
Organising the wedding was quite a challenge, but my friends really stepped up. The brides parents were delightful, and we got along splendidly from the start. In the beginning, everything felt wonderful, but with time, things began to change. Their marriage started to crumble, and misunderstandings grew more frequent. I knew it was only the first year of their marriage and hoped theyd work things out, but I couldnt help but worry about them. I wanted nothing more than for their marriage to be happy and successful.
One evening truly rattled me. Late at night, my son showed up at my door carrying his things. He told me he had nowhere to go because his wife had kicked him out. He stayed with me for several days, and not once did Emily come by to try to sort things out. This pattern repeated itself again and again.
When my daughter-in-law told me she was expecting a baby, I decided I should speak with them. I hoped I could share some advice that might prevent further misunderstandings. Instead, it seemed I only made things worse. Arguments between them became more and more frequent, and my son started spending even more nights at mine. I knew he was struggling. He was no longer the happy man he used to be; there was a clear look of disappointment in his eyes.
I couldnt bear to see my son trapped in such an unhappy marriage, so I advised him to really consider if it was worth continuing. He could still be a wonderful father, even if they lived apart. In the end, he agreedsoon after, he filed for divorce.
Not long after, Emily came to me asking for help. She wanted me to persuade my son to drop the divorce proceedings, insisting she didnt want to break up the family. More than once, Id suggested she focus on taking care of her family. Now, she accused me of encouraging the split, and before I knew it, I was being blamed publicly for interfering.
I often wonder if I did the right thing by urging my son to leave. His wife can barely stand me now, and even he has grown distant. Maybe they still love each other deep down? Living apart isnt ideal, but staying together wasnt good either. In the end, Ive realised that sometimes, even with the best intentions, trying to help can ultimately push those you love further away, and some problems are theirs alone to solve.












