My son grew up without a father. It must have shaped his character. His dad left us because he “couldn’t handle the routine and too much responsibility.” As if I, a girl three years younger, knew more about responsibility than he did. I raised my son alone, took care of him, and prepared him for life. And how did it end? Michael, my son, got married early and
“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…”
– “I never imagined that at fifty-five, I’d be painted as the bad guy by my own son,” laments Sarah to her best friend. “I’ve worked tirelessly, taken on extra shifts, and sacrificed so much just to give him a better life, only to be accused of ruining his future…”
I was just 23 when my husband left me with our young son, Michael. He was only three years old at the time. My husband walked out because he couldn’t handle the constant responsibilities – he had to earn money and spend it on the family. He didn’t like that at all. Why spend on the family when he could spend on himself and his girlfriend?
