I am 59 years old, and my daughter Delilah is 32. We lived in New York City, and when Delilah was just 3 years old, I divorced her father Bruce due to his chronic unemployment and alcoholism. I had to fend for myself and Delilah, living off what I could earn, as Bruce was unable to contribute financially due to his issues. When Delilah turned 12, I made a difficult decision
“It’s been three months since we last spoke,” shares 34-year-old Victoria. “I’ve blocked her on all platforms, added her to my blacklist, and most importantly, stopped all financial support except for paying her rent and ordering monthly grocery deliveries—just the essentials like grains, vegetable oil, and sugar. That’s it. She needs to start paying for her own needs…”
As a retiree, I can no longer afford to provide financial help. It seems that’s why I’m no longer needed, as my daughter doesn’t invite me over or visit with my grandson. It’s heartbreaking to realize that perhaps I was only valued for my financial support. I spent my life working hard, often taking multiple jobs, to give my daughter everything she could need.
I spent the better part of my life working overseas, earning well but always missing my children and family back in the U.S. I constantly reminded myself that I was doing this solely for them—to secure a decent life that only I could provide. As the years wore on, the physical toll of work grew heavier, and my longing to return home intensified. But when I finally did, the welcome I hoped for was nowhere to be found.
After a heated argument with her daughter, Victoria finds herself cut off from her beloved granddaughter, Zoey. Despite her hopes for reconciliation, the situation takes a turn for the worse when Zoey’s mother takes legal steps to enforce the separation.
When Nathan was just three years old, his father abandoned the family. Eventually, his mother, Aria, moved abroad to make ends meet. During her absence, Nathan longed for his mother’s presence. Raised by his grandmother, Genesis, Nathan learned nursery rhymes and prepared for elementary school under her care. Despite having parents, Nathan felt a profound loneliness. He made a vow
This is a heartfelt recount of the events that led to my profound loneliness as I approach my 70th birthday. I want to share my story with other mothers to prevent them from making the same mistakes I did. It’s difficult to admit, but I’ve come to realize that the estrangement from my son, Logan, is largely my fault. By the time I recognized I was at a dead end, it was too late. My relationship with my husband, Arthur, was always rocky, and unfortunately, it affected my relationship with Logan
Growing up, it was always just my father and me. We faced life’s challenges together, forming an unbreakable bond. I dedicated my life to caring for him, especially as his health declined. I never regretted the sacrifices, as family meant everything to me. However, my father’s passing without a will left me in a precarious situation, especially when my estranged brother arrived, claiming his share of our family home.
Today, I want to share something deeply troubling with me. I struggle to understand the mindset of those who choose to remarry or marry late in life. In my view, a relationship should be founded on love, but what kind of love are we talking about at seventy? My parents married in their thirties, but now, my father’s decision to remarry has unveiled a series of unsettling truths that have left our family in disarray.
In our family, a rift has emerged. My relationship with my son, Mark, is sporadic at best, but with my daughter-in-law, Jasmine, communication has ceased entirely. Consequently, I rarely see my grandson, Grayson. This story explores the tensions that arose when Jasmine deemed it beneath her to assist me with cleaning.
Charlotte has always cherished her role as a grandmother to two lovely granddaughters, aged 12 and 5. Her son, David, has long resided in the house his wife’s father gifted them. A few years back, they took out a mortgage for another property, which they now rent out to pay off the bank debt. Unfortunately, Charlotte and her daughter-in-law, Jasmine, have never seen eye to eye. An invitation to a family celebration was supposed to mend fences, but Jasmine’s actions that day led Charlotte to distance herself from both her son and daughter-in-law.
Jennifer gave birth to Aaron on New Year’s Eve. She looked out the window, hoping the father of her child would finally show up.
