“My Mom Helped My Ex-Wife, But Refuses to Help with My Current Wife,” Complains Ethan

Ethan sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. He had just finished another heated conversation with his mother, Ruby. The frustration was evident in his voice as he recounted the events to his best friend, Jack.

“Can you believe it, Jack? My mom helped Lillian so much when we were together, but now she won’t lift a finger to help Savannah and me,” Ethan vented.

Jack sighed, knowing this was a sensitive topic for Ethan. “What exactly did she do for Lillian?” he asked, trying to understand the full picture.

Ethan took a deep breath. “When Lillian and I were married, my mom was always there for us. She helped us financially, babysat our kids whenever we needed, and even let us stay with her for a while when we were between apartments. But now that I’m with Savannah, it’s like she’s a different person.”

Jack nodded sympathetically. “Have you tried talking to her about it?”

“I have,” Ethan replied, frustration creeping into his voice. “But she keeps bringing up the past, saying that if I had paid Lillian proper child support and alimony, things wouldn’t be so difficult now.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is there any truth to that?”

Ethan hesitated before answering. “I mean, I did struggle to keep up with the payments sometimes. But it’s not like I didn’t try. And now, with Savannah and our new baby on the way, we really need some help.”

The room fell silent as Jack processed what Ethan had said. “So, what did your mom say when you asked if you and Savannah could move in with her?”

Ethan’s face darkened. “She flat-out refused. Said she didn’t have the space or the energy to deal with us right now. It’s like she’s punishing me for my past mistakes.”

Jack leaned back in his chair, trying to find the right words. “Maybe she’s just trying to teach you a lesson, Ethan. Maybe she thinks it’s time for you to stand on your own two feet.”

Ethan shook his head. “I get that, but it’s not fair to Savannah. She didn’t do anything wrong. And now we’re stuck in this tiny apartment, barely making ends meet.”

Jack sighed again. “Have you considered reaching out to Lillian? Maybe she can help in some way.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious? After everything we’ve been through? There’s no way she’d help us.”

“Maybe not,” Jack conceded. “But it might be worth a shot. You never know until you ask.”

Ethan mulled over Jack’s suggestion, feeling a mix of anger and desperation. He knew his friend was only trying to help, but the idea of asking Lillian for assistance felt like admitting defeat.

Days turned into weeks, and Ethan’s situation only grew more dire. The bills piled up, and the stress took its toll on his relationship with Savannah. Arguments became more frequent, and the once-happy couple found themselves drifting apart.

One evening, after another heated argument with Savannah, Ethan decided to swallow his pride and call Lillian. The phone rang several times before she finally answered.

“Ethan? What do you want?” Lillian’s voice was cold and distant.

“I… I need your help,” Ethan admitted, feeling a lump form in his throat.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before Lillian responded. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I can’t help you. You made your choices, and now you have to live with them.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Ethan feeling more alone than ever. He knew he had made mistakes in the past, but he never imagined they would haunt him this way.

As the months went by, Ethan and Savannah’s relationship continued to deteriorate. The financial strain and lack of support from his family took their toll, and eventually, Savannah decided she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m leaving, Ethan,” she said one evening, packing her bags. “I can’t live like this anymore.”

Ethan watched helplessly as Savannah walked out the door, taking their unborn child with her. He felt a crushing sense of failure and regret, knowing that his past decisions had led him to this point.

In the end, Ethan was left alone in his tiny apartment, reflecting on the choices he had made and the relationships he had lost. His mother’s refusal to help had been a harsh lesson in responsibility and consequences, one that he would carry with him for the rest of his life.