Due to his wife, my son abandoned me on a desolate road, but nobody could have predicted what would occur a month later.
My son was reared by me alone. He was everything to me from the first few days of his life. He was my life. Everything was for him; I never took days off, I never bought outfits for myself, and I can’t recall the last time I slept soundly.
I worked day and night, cleaning, doing dishes in a café, and working at the post office. I always responded, “I want my son to have everything I never had,” when people questioned why I was wearing myself out.
I thought he would be there when I grew old. that he wouldn’t abandon me or turn on me. He would always say, “Mommy, I’ll buy you a house and a car when I grow up!” And I had faith in him. since he was my son.
But when a girl entered his life, everything was different. I could see right away that she wouldn’t bring anything positive.
Her sneer was cold as she gazed at me. I was never addressed by name by her. Just “you,” not “ma’am” or “mom.”
She began persuading him that I was “holding him back” right away. She chastised him for assisting me, saying:
Why are you giving your mother money? If she wants to eat, let her work.
— Quit pulling her about. Your family is now your own.
She plotted and dissuaded him from coming to see me. I called him occasionally to check on him, but I told people I was “manipulating him.”
She threw him out after I handed him a pie, saying:
Before bringing meals, let her wash her hands in someone else’s kitchen.
He became icier. I thought I was losing my son every day. Finally, one morning, he said:
I’d like to take you somewhere, Mom. Simply remain there for some time. Get some rest.
His speech was cold and heartless. Where he was taking me, I sensed. However, I went. since he was my kid.
We spent a lot of time driving. progressively further out from the city. He halted at one point. A lonely journey. No homes, no people. Just wind and sand.
– Leave, he said.
I left. He avoided making eye contact with me. I was left in the midst of nowhere when he quietly closed the door and drove away.
I had no idea at the time that my kid would return a month later and beg for forgiveness.
I was stunned as I stood there. My heart felt like it had been torn out. I refrained from screaming. Even the tears did not fall. Pain and quiet were all that was present. I was unsure of where to go. I was at a loss for words.
I simply stood there and hoped for this nightmare to end.
I was taken by a distant relative. He provided me with refuge and lived alone in a village. I did not give my son a call. His voice was not something I wanted to hear.
A month went by. Then he arrived.
He was sobbing like a child as he stood on his knees in front of me.
His girlfriend found out to have cheated on him. She slept with his friend instead of him. took nearly all of their money out of their joint account. fled. left him ashamed and in debt.
He claimed that he believed he was acting appropriately when he ejected me. that a “new life” was being built by him. In actuality, though, he was ruining everything.
He pleaded for pardon. His cheeks were wet with tears. He gave my hands a kiss.
Forgive me, Mom. I lost sight of my true love.
And I simply stared at him, thinking:
Is that forgiveness still necessary for me?
