I have not spoken to my son since the day about eight months ago he informed me that he had exhausted all compassion for me while in his teens, and that went for emotional support as well. Why? I have no idea, particularly since I have been nothing
but compassionate and supportive all his life. Shelled out ten grand during the university years to help he and his wife. She would have lost her place in law school if I had not stepped up to the plate. The kicker was when he told me I just had to get used to it. Well, no. I refuse to be complicit in a relationship where I am made to feel difficult to love, and repeatedly hauled on
the carpet by someone channeling a stern Victorian father remonstrating with his wayward daughter. For whatever reason, my beloved son has become a hanging judge where I am concerned. Guilty as charged, no day in court. Yet his dad who did not
pay child support, and did a brief stint in jail for domestic abuse years after I kicked him to the curb somehow gets a clean slate. Hmm. He did thank me once for dumping his dad and sparing him from growing up with
violence. His dad grew quite violent after we parted. Oddly enough, my mother who was not my best fan, would become incensed when young Jesse would act up toward me. She always maintained I was a good mother. She was very close to him while he was growing up, and as a young adult as well.