"It's Been Two Years Since My Son Stopped Talking to Me: He Changed the Locks and Doesn't Want Me in His Life Anymore"

“It’s Been Two Years Since My Son Stopped Talking to Me: He Changed the Locks and Doesn’t Want Me in His Life Anymore”

“It’s been two years since my son stopped talking to me. He posts pictures on social media, interacts with his friends, but he doesn’t call or text me. Jake is an adult now, with a three-year-old daughter and a wife. They live in their own house. I always had high expectations for myself and others, and Jake was no exception. Being a strict parent seemed necessary, but now I wonder if it drove him away…”

"My Husband Decided His Ailing Mother Should Move In: When I Objected, He Packed His Bags and Said We're Getting Divorced"

“My Husband Decided His Ailing Mother Should Move In: When I Objected, He Packed His Bags and Said We’re Getting Divorced”

My husband wants to take in his ailing mother. The issue is that several doctors have confirmed she has a severe, incurable illness. She sometimes hallucinates and periodically loses her memory. Then, her memory returns. She leaves the house and forgets the way back. We have to search for her. She behaves very strangely, sometimes making incomprehensible sounds.

"At 7 AM, I Brought Fresh Food for My Kids, But My Son Didn't Even Thank Me and Slammed the Door in My Face: I'm Sure It's My Daughter-in-Law's Influence"

“At 7 AM, I Brought Fresh Food for My Kids, But My Son Didn’t Even Thank Me and Slammed the Door in My Face: I’m Sure It’s My Daughter-in-Law’s Influence”

Our lives have always revolved around our son. Having him later in life, we did everything we could to shower him with love. Growing up in a broken family myself, I never received enough affection from my mother. So, I vowed it would be different with Michael. We worked hard and sacrificed vacations to ensure his well-being. But now, things have changed, and I believe my daughter-in-law is behind it.

"The Uninvited Neighbor: When Boundaries Are Crossed"

“The Uninvited Neighbor: When Boundaries Are Crossed”

My son has become friends with a boy from our neighborhood who is a few months older. We live in a three-story apartment building. Occasionally, I see the boy’s mother, our neighbor, but I wouldn’t call her a friend. Our conversations started because of our children. Sometimes we would meet during playdates, and she would often ask for favors