For 22 years, I’ve carried the weight of being both mother and father, pouring every ounce of myself into raising my son.
I worked double shifts, skipped meals, and missed sleep—just to give him a life I never had. His father, on the other hand, breezed in with flashy gifts and empty promises.
Still, I never expected this. When my son demanded a new car and threatened to move in with his dad if I said no, my heart cracked in two.
The boy I raised with love now stood across from me like a stranger, measuring my worth in dollar signs.
And in that moment, fighting tears, I said the one thing I never thought I’d let leave my lips…