hidden hit counter My 22-Year-Old Son Threatens to Leave the House and Go Live With My Ex-Husband Unless I Buy Him a Car

My 22-Year-Old Son Threatens to Leave the House and Go Live With My Ex-Husband Unless I Buy Him a Car

My son is Michael. He had just turned 22 last month, and I thought

we had passed the turbulent teenage years. Little did I know, a storm was brewing right under my nose.

While I was preparing lunch in the kitchen, Michael stormed in, his face twisted with frustration.

“Mom, we need to talk,” he said, his tone unusually serious.

I turned to him and said, “Sure, what’s on your mind, honey?”

He leaned against the counter, arms folded. “I need a car.”

I paused, taken aback. “A car? What happened to your part-time job? You were saving up for one.”

Michael let out an exasperated sigh. “I know, but it’s taking

forever to save up, and I really need it now.”

I frowned, wiping my hands on a kitchen towel. “Michael, cars

are expensive. You know that. Besides, you have a job, you can save up a bit more and—”

Impatient, he cut me off, “No, Mom, I can’t wait anymore.

All my friends have cars, and I’m tired of depending on you

for rides or taking the bus. I need my freedom.”

I felt frustrated, saying “Michael, I understand, but we can’t

just afford to buy you a car out of the blue. It’s not that simple.”

He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. “Well, maybe I’ll just go live with Dad then. He’ll buy me a car.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks.

David, my ex-husband, always tried to buy Michael’s affection

instead of being a responsible parent. I couldn’t believe Michael would even suggest such a thing.

“Michael, you can’t just threaten to leave because you’re not

getting what you want,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Why not? Dad would be happy to have me. He always spoils me,”
he retorted, his tone defiant.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts, “This isn’t

about your dad. It’s about responsibility. You’re an adult now,

and part of being an adult is making responsible decisions.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, responsible decisions like being the

only one among my friends without a car.”

Though our conversation ended there, the tension lingered in the air.

I couldn’t shake off the feeling of disappointment and worry.

The following days were filled with silent treatments and tension between

Michael and me. Every time I tried to bring up the topic, it ended in arguments.

One evening, we sat down for dinner, and I decided to try again.

“Michael, can we talk about the car situation again?” I asked, cautiously.

He sighed, poking at his food, “What’s there to talk about, Mom? You still won’t buy me one.”

“It’s not just about buying you a car, Michael. It’s about the way

you’re handling this whole situation,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He looked up, his expression defensive, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, threatening to leave if you don’t get what you want is not how

adults handle things. It’s not fair to manipulate me like that,” I explained, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness.

He shrugged, “I’m just tired of waiting. Dad would understand.”

“Dad isn’t here, Michael. And buying you a car won’t solve everything.

What about the expenses that come with it? Insurance, maintenance…” I trailed off, hoping he would understand.

He remained silent for a moment before pushing his plate away, “Forget it, Mom. You’ll never understand.”

As he left the table, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, wondering if I was being too harsh or if I was failing as a parent somehow.

Days turned into weeks, and the tension in the house only seemed to escalate. Michael became more distant, spending most of his time out with friends or locked up in his room.

One Saturday morning, I found a note on the kitchen counter:

“Mom, I’m going to stay with Dad for a while. I can’t stand being here anymore. Maybe he’ll understand me better.”

My heart sank as I read the words. I knew this day might come, but I never thought it would happen like this.

I immediately dialed Michael’s number, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic started to rise within me as I tried to think of where David lived now. We hadn’t been in touch for years after the divorce.

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