When my son was just three years old, his father left us. At first, everything seemed fine; we had a modest wedding right after college. I quit my job to go on maternity leave, and his father promised to always be there for me and help with our child. But things didn’t work out, and it soon became clear that we were very different people. He held on as long as he could, but at some point, he couldn’t take it anymore and walked away.
Now my son is twenty-five, and I can say I’ve been incredibly lucky with him. Over the years, he’s grown into exactly the person I always hoped he’d be. He’s a good young man, kind, and empathetic. If his friends are in trouble, he’s one of the first to rush to their aid. And he never refuses to help me either. He understands that, in this world, there’s no one else I can rely on but him. I’m truly proud of him.
We went through some very tough times back then. It wasn’t easy to feed both myself and him, while also setting aside a little money for clothes and rent. But we pulled through together, and now things are good. He’s truly become a man and brings me nothing but joy. Of course, there are moments when we argue or something bothers one of us. But we can always find a compromise and don’t hold grudges for long.
When my son started applying to university, he worked part-time while studying through a distance learning program. Eventually, he could afford to rent a room in one of the quieter neighborhoods of our city. Later, he moved up to a better position at work and was able to live in his own apartment. I miss him, of course, but he makes an effort to visit whenever he gets a free moment. If he can’t come by, he calls and keeps me from feeling lonely without him. As for his personal life, I don’t meddle too much. Over time, he stopped sharing many details with me. All I know is that for a long time, he couldn’t find a steady girlfriend.
Not long ago, he started seeing a new girl, though I don’t know how serious it is. To get a sense of them together, I invited them over for tea. They came, and I immediately sensed something was off about her. But many mothers are critical of their son’s choice, no matter who the girl is. So, I wanted to talk to her and observe her before jumping to conclusions. Besides, if my son chose her, there must be something about her that caught his attention. And who am I to interfere and tell him how he should live?
Let me say a bit about this girl. She’s beautiful and clearly spends a lot of time on her appearance. But that’s about where her qualities end. I tried to listen to her conversation, but there wasn’t much worth hearing. Not the sharpest mind and a rather limited vocabulary. Meanwhile, my son has always been wise beyond his years and graduated from university with honors. All this girl seems to care about is money, expensive brands, and entertainment.
Throughout our conversation, I didn’t hear a single word about what she does or plans to do. I can’t imagine how they’ll get along or what my son could possibly gain from her. I’ve always wanted him to have a worthy partner, someone who matches his caliber. With a shallow girl like this, he won’t get far. But I’m at a crossroads now, unsure whether to step in or wait and let things sort themselves out.
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