“I Gave My Son a Home, Renovated It, Bought Furniture. Now His Wife Wants to Sell It”

From the moment Eric was born, I knew I wanted to give him the world. As he grew, so did my determination to provide him with a stable and secure future. When he was five, I started saving every extra dollar from my part-time jobs for his future home. It wasn’t easy, balancing work and raising Eric as a single mother, but every sacrifice felt worth it when I pictured him thriving in a place of his own.

Years passed, and the savings slowly turned into a substantial amount. By the time Eric was in his late twenties, I had enough to help him buy a cozy little house in a nice neighborhood. It needed some work, but I saw its potential to be a perfect starter home for him. I used some of the money to buy the house and set aside the rest for renovations.

Eric was overjoyed when I handed him the keys on his 30th birthday. He couldn’t believe that the little house was his to call home. We spent the next few months renovating it together. I hired contractors, but I also put in a lot of my own labor—painting walls, installing cabinets, and even laying down new flooring. Every brush stroke and every nail was a labor of love.

During this time, Eric introduced me to his girlfriend, Gianna. She was charming and seemed to appreciate the effort we were putting into the house. They got married not long after the renovations were completed, and moved into the house together. I was happy to see them settling in, decorating the place, and turning it into their home.

However, things started to change a few months into their marriage. Gianna began suggesting they sell the house to buy a bigger one in a more upscale neighborhood. I was taken aback; the house was meant to be Eric’s stable start, a place filled with memories and my hard work. But Gianna was persuasive, and Eric seemed to consider the idea more seriously as time went on.

Their discussions turned into arguments, and I could see the stress it was causing Eric. He was torn between his loyalty to me and his desire to make Gianna happy. I tried to talk to Gianna, to explain how much the house meant to us, but she dismissed my feelings, saying it was just a “starter home” and they needed to think about their future.

The tension reached a breaking point when Gianna gave Eric an ultimatum: sell the house or risk their marriage. Heartbroken, I watched as my son struggled with the decision. In the end, the love for his wife outweighed the sentiment of the house, and he decided to put it on the market.

The house sold quickly, and while Eric and Gianna moved on to a new chapter in their lives, I was left with a sense of loss. The home I had built for my son, with dreams of family gatherings and grandchildren running through the halls, was gone. I realized then that no matter how much you give, sometimes it’s never enough.