At first, I thought my son moving in with his girlfriend meant more family dinners and closeness. Instead, weeks turned into months with no calls, no visits — only silence. I sent messages, money, love… but nothing came back.
When he finally answered, his words were rushed and cold: “Don’t call so often.” That was the moment I stopped waiting.
I joined a book club, started volunteering, and surrounded myself with people who valued me. The ache remains, but I’ve learned: love should flow both ways. Sometimes, the strongest choice is to stop chasing and start living for yourself.
