My mom has always been a controlling figure in my life. Not to everyone, no. Just to her children. My dad used to have a good job, and she never complained about him being away all the time. As a wife, she fully supported his views: the house was always spotless, she never grumbled about our financial situation, and the kids
For several years now, they have been complaining to their son that life is hard for them, and they can’t make ends meet. Every time they go to the store, their
Sarah’s mother, though fully capable of taking care of herself, frequently called her daughter with urgent requests for help. These calls often came late at night or early in the morning, forcing Sarah to juggle her demanding job and her mother’s needs. This constant cycle took a toll on Sarah’s well-being and strained their relationship.
I was in disbelief and thought it was a cruel joke. I always believed we had a strong, close-knit family. I thought my father had betrayed us. But then I learned the truth.
Recently, I decided to slow down and start living for myself. Especially since my son, Jeffrey, is now 31 years old, and I thought it was time for him to start helping me.
