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 guess you never really wanted to help us. You always say you love the kids, but when we need you, you disappear.”

I opened my mouth to reply. “What are you talking about, Laura?

I—”

But I didn’t finish. The line went dead. That dial tone was like a door slamming in my face.

I stood there, phone still in my hand, my heart in pieces. Laura has never been easy. But this was like a direct stab.

I tried to convince myself that maybe she was stressed, that it was all a misunderstanding. But two hours later, Edward’s message took my breath away. Mom, don’t come to the house anymore.

It’s time to set some boundaries. We changed the locks. I read the message over and over as if it wasn’t real.

Did Edward—the son I raised—really send this? My only son? I dialed his number once, twice, three times.

No one answered. On the fourth try, a recording said, “The number you have dialed is not available.”

I felt my blood run cold. My knees ached, but I didn’t even care anymore.

I put on a sweater, grabbed my purse, and went straight to their house. I knocked on the door gently at first. Then harder.

“Laura! Edward! Open the door for your mother!”

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