I Said “No” To Babysitting Once For A Doctor’s Appointment. My Son’s Response: “The Locks Have Been Updated. Please Don’t Come By Right Now.” So I Came Back A Week Later… With A Realtor To Sell The Very House I BOUGHT FOR THEM.

I froze. Nothing. I had paid for almost everything.

The catering. The venue. The music.

Still, I swallowed my anger and went out to get another $1,000 for Laura’s dress. When she came out wearing it, all I hoped for was a thank you. But she looked at me and said,

“Thanks, but next time pick a lighter shade.

This one is too dull.”

When Edward lost his job, I told them to come live in my apartment. It was small. Just one bedroom.

But I gave it to them. I slept on a cot in the living room with back pain for four straight months. Laura cooked twice.

The rest fell to me. Cooking. Cleaning.

Ironing. Taking Isabella to preschool. There were days I’d get up at 5:00 in the morning to make porridge for the little girl.

Then I’d go to the shoe shop. Laura would just say,

“It’s a good thing you can help us. We’re very busy.”

I would just nod.

Believing I was supporting my son through a tough time. When they said they wanted to move out on their own, I didn’t hesitate. I sold the piece of land I inherited out in the country.

The one my parents had left me. To make the down payment on the house where they live now. I put the property in Edward’s name.

Thinking that with their own house, they would settle down and not always depend on me. The day they signed the papers, I stood outside the notary’s office watching Edward and Laura laugh together. And I felt a sense of relief.

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