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 didn’t even get a chance to answer before she hung up. Minutes later, I got a text from my son. Mom, don’t come to the house anymore.

It’s time to set some boundaries. We changed the locks. A week later, I was standing in front of their house with a stranger by my side.

I’m glad you’re here. Stay until the end and tell me what city you’re watching my story from. I want to know how far it has reached.

The path to Edward’s house—my son’s house—was so familiar. I knew every stone. I walked it hundreds of times, bringing food, clothes, or just to play with my grandchildren.

I was the one who made the down payment on that house with my life savings from working at a shoe shop. And now there I was in front of the gate, my hand trembling as I rang the doorbell. No one answered.

I took the old key from my pocket. Tried to open the door. But it wouldn’t go in.

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