My Son Persuaded Me and I Made the Biggest Mistake – I Gave Him My House. Now, My Son is Homeless and Alone

Life was beautiful in our small, cozy world. My husband, William, and I had worked hard to build a comfortable life, and our son, Eric, was the center of our universe. William, a man of foresight, had insisted on buying a second house as an investment for our future. Little did we know, that future would unfold in ways we never imagined.

After William passed away, the weight of loneliness and grief was almost unbearable. Eric, who had always been the apple of our eye, seemed to drift further away from me. He dropped out of college and struggled to hold down a job, always dreaming of starting his own business. I wanted to believe in him, to support his dreams as William and I had always done.

One day, Eric came to me with a proposal. He wanted the second house, the one William and I had bought as a safety net for our future. He said he had a business plan, that this was his chance to turn his life around. He spoke with such passion and conviction that I saw flashes of William in him. Against my better judgment, I was persuaded. I transferred the house to Eric, believing it was what William would have wanted.

The first few months seemed promising. Eric started his business, and there was a glimmer of hope. But soon, the calls started coming in. Late payments, missed payments, and then no payments at all. Eric’s business had failed, and with it, our second house was lost to debt.

The fallout was catastrophic. Eric, unable to face the consequences of his actions, disappeared. I tried to reach out, to find him, to help him, but he refused all contact. The loss of the house was more than a financial blow; it was the loss of the last piece of William, the loss of hope for Eric’s future, and the severing of the last ties that bound our family together.

Now, I live with the weight of my decision. My son is homeless, wandering without direction or purpose. I am left alone, haunted by the what-ifs and the could-have-beens. The house that was meant to be our safety net became the noose that strangled our family’s future.

I share this story not for sympathy, but as a cautionary tale. Love and grief can cloud our judgment, leading us to make decisions that have irreversible consequences. My son persuaded me, and I made the biggest mistake of my life. Now, my son is homeless and alone, and I am left with nothing but memories of a family that once was.