My Son Told Me He Bought Me a Cottage in the Countryside – But When He Took Me There, I Went Pale
My son Michael recently surprised me with what he claimed was a cottage in the countryside. Upon arrival, however, I realized it was all a trick. The “cottage” turned out to be a nursing home called “Sunset Haven.” Michael insisted it was for my well-being, citing concerns about my memory and living alone. “It’s better for you,” he said, but I was devastated.
It wasn’t until I overheard a conversation between two nurses that I began to suspect the real reason behind his actions. I learned that he had sold my house to cover his gambling debts. “The ground felt like it had disappeared beneath me,” I recall.
Fate intervened when my old friend Jack, a lawyer, visited the nursing home. Outraged by what had happened, he helped me contest the sale. After a lengthy legal battle, I was able to get my home back. Michael was forced to return the money he had taken and pay the legal fees.
Now, Michael is trying to apologize. When he showed up at my house last week, he looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept or eaten properly in weeks. He broke down and confessed, “I started gambling to cope with stress at work, but it spiraled out of control.” He swore he’s getting help and is committed to making things right.
I’m torn. Part of me wants to forgive him—he’s my son, and we’ve always been close. But another part of me is still angry and hurt. “How can I trust him again after what he did?”
