My Son Left Me Alone on a Desolate Road

My son left me alone on a desolate road because of his wife, but no one could have imagined what would happen a month later 😱😢

I raised my son alone. From the very first days of his life, he became everything to me. I lived for him. I didn’t buy myself dresses, I couldn’t afford days off, and I don’t even remember the last time I slept peacefully — everything was for him.

I worked day and night: at the post office, as a cleaning lady, and washing dishes in a café. When people asked me why I was exhausting myself so much, I always replied, “I want my son to have everything I lacked.”

I believed that when I grew old, he would be by my side. That he wouldn’t abandon me, wouldn’t betray me. He always told me, “Mommy, when I grow up, I’ll buy you a house and a car!” And I believed him. Because he was my boy.

But everything changed when a girl entered his life. From the very first moment, I felt she would bring nothing good.

She looked at me with a cold smile. She never called me by my name. Neither “madam” nor “mother” — just “you.”

Immediately, she started filling his head with the idea that I was “holding him back.” She shamed him for helping me, telling him:

— Why are you giving your mother money? She should work if she wants to eat.

— Don’t drag her along with you. You have your own family now.

She wove intrigues, convincing him not to visit me anymore. She told acquaintances that I was “manipulating” him, even though I only called him sometimes to see if he was okay.

One day, when I brought him a pie, she kicked him out, saying:

— He should wash his hands of the smell of other kitchens before bringing food again.

He became colder. Every day I felt like I was losing him. Then, one morning, he told me:

— Mom, I want to take you somewhere. You’ll stay there for a while. You’ll rest.

There was no warmth or care in his voice. I felt where he was taking me. But I went. Because he was my child.

We walked a long way. Further and further from the city. At one point, he stopped. A desolate road. No houses, no people. Just sand and wind.

— Get out, he said.

I got out. He didn’t look me in the eye. He closed the door and left me in the middle of the desolation.

At that moment, I couldn’t even imagine that, just a month later, my son would come to ask for my forgiveness 😢
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I stood there, unable to believe it. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest. I didn’t scream. Not even the tears came anymore. It was just silence and pain. I didn’t know where to go. I didn’t know how to live anymore.

I just stood there, praying to wake up from this nightmare.

A distant cousin found me. He lived alone in a village and took me in. I didn’t call my son. I didn’t want to hear his voice.

A month passed. And here he came.

He was kneeling in front of me, crying like a child.

It seems that girl betrayed him. She cheated on him with a friend of his. She took almost all the money from their joint account and ran away. She left him in debt and shame.

He told me that when he kicked me out, he thought he was doing the right thing. That he was building a “new life.” But in reality, he was destroying everything.

He begged me to forgive him. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He kissed my hands.

— Mommy, forgive me… I forgot who truly loves me.

And I just looked at him and thought:

Do I even need this forgiveness?