My son left me on a lonely road because of his wife, but no one could have imagined what would happen a month later.
I raised my son by myself. From the first few days of his life, he was everything to me. My life revolved around him. I never took days off, I never bought clothes for myself, and I can’t remember the last time I had a good night’s sleep since everything was for him.
I worked day and night in the post office, cleaning, and doing dishes in a café. When people asked me why I was exhausting myself, I would always reply, “I want my son to have everything I never had.”
When I became older, I assumed he would still be there. that he wouldn’t desert me or be disloyal. “Mommy, I’ll buy you a house and a car when I grow up,” he would always declare. And I believed in him. because I had a son.
However, things changed when a girl came into his life. It was immediately clear to me that she would not contribute anything constructive.
She looked at me with a chilly sneer. She didn’t ever call me by name. Just “you,” not “mom” or “ma’am.”
She immediately started trying to convince him that I was “holding him back.” She reprimanded him for helping me, saying:
Why do you give money to your mother? Let her work if she wants to eat.
Stop dragging her around. You now have your own family.
She planned and talked him out of visiting me. I told folks I was “manipulating him” when I called him to see how he was doing.
I gave him a pie, and she threw him out, saying:
Allow her to wash her hands in someone else’s kitchen before bringing meals.
He grew colder. Every day I felt like I was losing my son. At last, one morning, he uttered:
Mom, I want to take you somewhere. Just stay there for a while. Get some sleep.
He spoke in a cruel and icy manner. I knew where he was bringing me. But I went. because he was my child.
We drove for a long time. increasingly farther away from the metropolis. At one point, he stopped. A solitary voyage. No people, no dwellings. Sand and wind alone.
“Go,” he said.
I departed. He did not look me in the eyes. He shut the door softly and drove off, leaving me in the middle of nowhere.
At the moment, I had no idea that my child would come back a month later and ask for forgiveness.
I stood there dumbfounded. I felt as though my heart had been ripped out. I didn’t shout. Not even the tears fell. There was just silence and pain. I had no idea where to go. I had run out of things to say.
All I could do was wait for this nightmare to be over.
A distant relative picked me up. He lived alone in a village and gave me sanctuary. I didn’t call up my son. I didn’t want to listen to his voice.
A month passed. Then he showed up.
He was on his knees in front of me, crying like a child.
His girlfriend discovered that he had cheated on her. Instead of sleeping with him, she slept with his friend. removed almost all of their funds from their joint account. ran away. left him in debt and ashamed.
He said that when he threw me out, he thought he was acting responsibly. that he was creating a “new life.” But in reality, he was destroying everything.
He begged for forgiveness. Tears were streaming down his face. He kissed both my hands.
Please pardon me, Mom. I forgot who I really loved.
And I just looked at him, contemplating:
Do I still need to forgive that person?
