Back home, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of abandonment. That’s when I recalled that I still held the deed to my son’s house, a token of trust from when he needed financial help a few years ago. Decision made, I contacted a real estate agent, and within weeks, the house was sold. My actions weren’t driven by revenge but by a need to reclaim respect and dignity.

The aftermath was predictably chaotic, with my son furious and family members taking sides. However, I found peace in knowing that standing up for myself was the right thing to do. The experience taught me the importance of boundaries and self-respect, lessons that I hope my son will learn in time.