I still can’t get over everything that happened.

I raised my son without a husband: he left me a long time ago, and I’d only recently given birth. I was left with a child, debts, and a ton of problems that I had to solve myself. It was a very difficult situation. I have no idea how I got through that period in my life. My ex-husband paid child support, but it wasn’t even enough to pay for my son’s education. His father paid no attention to him. Only when my son turned fifteen did he decide to reappear in his life.

A relative gave him his son’s phone number. His father called him and arranged to meet.

My ex is doing great now. He started a business, makes a tidy sum, and can afford whatever he wants. He gave his son an expensive computer when they met. Two weeks passed, and the son moved in with his father.

Yes, he has more money than I do. I live very modestly. This can be explained: I’m paying off an old loan that my husband and I took out together. My son has grown into a very respectable boy: smart, athletic, obedient. I did everything I could.

I just can’t understand why he didn’t even hesitate when he decided to leave me for a richer life in his father’s house.

My ex-husband paid for our son’s tutors. Now he can get into a decent university. He even went abroad during the holidays. I could never afford anything like that. I’ve always had to hustle to survive.

I’ve stopped communicating with my son since he traded me for money. He, in turn, tries to contact me. But I don’t answer when I see his number. I don’t want to talk to him or meet him.

I find my ex’s actions disgusting. He abandoned me for years, alone, only to come back when I’d already resolved all my problems and take our child away. He simply bought a boy who had never seen the good life.

I did everything possible for my son, poured all my strength and love into him. I thought he was growing up good and noble. But things turned out quite differently.

His friends insist the boy will be better off with his father. They say he’ll give him everything he needs to have the best life possible.

I understand that. But the hurt is stronger. I can’t forgive.

I think any mother would be just as offended. My son acted like a complete jerk, repaying me with such base ingratitude for all the good I’ve done for him. How can you even forgive him? It’s easy to say when you’re looking at the situation from the outside. If my friends’ children had done this to them, would they have been able to act differently from me?

I won’t be able to forget this. Perhaps with time my pain will subside. Then I’ll at least be able to start communicating with my son again. But for now, I can’t even do that. I’ve never experienced such intense pain before. It’s unbearable.