It's been a tough year, really tough. Ever since my son got together with his new French girlfriend, things have changed so much between us. We used to be close, He'd tell me everything, ask for advice, and we'd spend a lot of time together. But now, it feels like there's this huge gap between us.
This girl, she's got my son wrapped around her little finger, and I swear she's feeding him bullshit about me that just aren't true. It's like she's painting me as the bad bitch, and he's starting to believe her. It hurts, honestly. I don’t even recognize the son I raised anymore. He's distant, cold even, and our conversations are so strained. Sometimes, I think she enjoys turning him against me, which just breaks my heart.
I've tried to reach out to him, tried to understand what’s going on, but it's like hitting a wall. Every attempt just ends up in arguments or him defending her blindly. And the worst part? I feel like I’m losing my son to someone who doesn’t even respect the family he comes from.
It’s just so frustrating. I miss him, the way things used to be. I miss our talks, our laughs. Now, it’s like walking on eggshells every time we speak, afraid of saying something that might upset him or give her more ammo against me. I can't even express my feelings without it being twisted into something it's not.
I’ve heard her talking in the background during our calls, whispering things to him, and it’s clear she doesn’t have the best intentions. What kind of person does that? It’s like she’s deliberately trying to isolate him from me. And for what? To control him? To have him all to herself?
And here I am, feeling helpless. A mother who can't even talk to her own son without feeling like she's the enemy. It's not fair, and it's not right. I never thought I’d be in this position, feeling like I’m competing with someone else for my son's attention and love.
I just want my son back. I want to be able to talk to him without all this drama and tension. But right now, I don’t even see a way forward. It’s just so hard to compete with someone who has such a hold on him. But I won’t stop trying. He’s my son, and I love him, no matter what. I just hope one day he sees through whatever this is and comes back to how things were before she came into the picture.
I know I might sound bitter, and maybe I am a little. But it’s only because I care so much. I’m his mother, and it's my job to look out for him, even if he doesn’t think he needs it right now. I just wish he could see things from my perspective, just for a moment, and understand why I’m so worried.
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