I am raising my eighteen-year-old son on my own. When Michael was three years old, his biological father left us. He exchanged the family for another woman. Later he tried to come back, but I didn’t want to. I couldn’t forgive the betrayal. I also did not want to marry a second time, I managed everything on my own.
I paid for utilities, bought everything my son needed. But my ex did not even mention the existence of the child. Since then, I have realized that in this life you should rely only on yourself.
Once my son came to me with the words:
– “Mom, my girlfriend is going to live with us. We have been together for two months. And I want to marry her.
I didn’t argue with my son, it was his choice.
– “Okay, son, you are an adult, so I have nothing against it. But, please, look for a separate place for you. Rent an apartment if you want, but not with me. By the way, how old is your girlfriend?
– Twenty.
– You have to understand that if you want to live with a girl, you have to provide her with everything she needs yourself.
Then Michael said that if I couldn’t take them both in, he wouldn’t come to see me anymore. I reacted very calmly to his words.
The next day I woke up and noticed that my son was not at home. And his things were gone with him. He had gone to live with his girlfriend.
Two weeks passed like that. And there was no news from my son. He decided to check on me. Let me not call first. Suddenly, I received a call from Michael asking to borrow money because he allegedly did not have enough money to pay the rent.
He and his girlfriend spent the last of their money on utilities.
I stood my ground again.
– “Son, if you have already decided to live separately, then look for a way out of the situation. Go to work. Earn some money! There is no other way.
He hung up the phone. We didn’t talk to him after that. Another week passed when I heard someone opening the door to our apartment. It was Michael. The first thing he did was go and cook dinner. This was something new for me, because my son had never done any housework before. And he considered the kitchen a purely female task. Still, his separate life was good for him.
– “Mom,” he started first, “I’m not ready to live an adult life yet. Can I stay a little longer as your immature son?
I hugged him. A mother’s heart can forgive everything. That day we had a long talk, and my son shared how he had lived without me all this time. Perhaps, there is just a time for everything. And he will definitely become independent. Don’t you think?
