“My Son Moved Back In After His Divorce: Now My Home Feels Like a Mess”

I raised my son Frank on my own after his father walked out on us when Frank was just a baby. We lived in a modest two-bedroom apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Despite the challenges, I made sure Frank never lacked anything. He was a good kid, always promising that when he grew up, he would do everything to make my life easier.

Frank did well for himself. He got a good job, married a wonderful woman named Isabella, and they seemed happy together. Even though he never mentioned it to Isabella, Frank would send me money every month to help with my expenses. It was his way of keeping his promise to me.

But then, things took a turn for the worse. Frank and Isabella’s marriage started to crumble. They argued constantly, and eventually, they decided to get a divorce. Frank was devastated and had nowhere else to go, so he moved back in with me.

At first, I was happy to have him back. It felt like old times, just the two of us. But soon, I realized that things were different now. Frank was no longer the responsible, hardworking man I knew. He was depressed and angry, and he started bringing his problems home with him.

My once tidy apartment quickly turned into a mess. Frank would leave his clothes and belongings strewn all over the place. He would stay up late drinking and watching TV, leaving empty beer cans and takeout containers everywhere. The neat and orderly home I had worked so hard to maintain now looked like a disaster zone.

I tried talking to Frank about it, but he would just get defensive and angry. He blamed his ex-wife for everything and refused to take any responsibility for his actions. It broke my heart to see him like this, but I didn’t know what to do.

I hoped that Frank would eventually pull himself together and move out. He was only 30 years old; he had his whole life ahead of him. I wanted him to find happiness again, maybe even remarry someday. But as the months went by, it became clear that Frank had no intention of leaving.

He stopped looking for a job and spent most of his days lounging around the apartment. He rarely left the house, except to buy more alcohol or meet up with friends who were bad influences on him. My once peaceful home had become a place of chaos and despair.

I felt trapped in my own home, unable to escape the mess and the tension. I loved my son, but I couldn’t continue living like this. I started to resent him for bringing his problems into my life and for not making any effort to improve his situation.

One day, I reached my breaking point. I sat Frank down and told him that he needed to get his act together and find a place of his own. I couldn’t continue living in this mess, and I couldn’t watch him destroy his life any longer.

Frank didn’t take it well. He accused me of not caring about him and said that I was abandoning him just like his father did. It hurt to hear those words, but I knew that I had to stand my ground.

As of now, Frank is still living with me, but our relationship is strained. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I can only hope that one day he will find the strength to turn his life around.