After hitching a ride to the nearest town and spending a night in a small motel, I finally managed to get in touch with my son. The excuses he gave were feeble, and his lack of genuine remorse was even more hurtful. It was clear that our relationship had taken a turn, and I needed to reassess my position within the family dynamic.

Back home, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of abandonment. That’s when I recalled that I still held the deed to my son’s house, a token of trust from when he needed financial help a few years ago. Decision made, I contacted a real estate agent, and within weeks, the house was sold. My actions weren’t driven by revenge but by a need to reclaim respect and dignity.

The aftermath was predictably chaotic, with my son furious and family members taking sides. However, I found peace in knowing that standing up for myself was the right thing to do. The experience taught me the importance of boundaries and self-respect, lessons that I hope my son will learn in time.