"Hey buddy, it's me again, mom. I made breakfast since you didn't have dinner last night." The day before today Alan refused to look nor even talk to me. With that being said, he didn't have dinner; he only left him room to use the restroom, that's it. "I made your favorite, pancakes and cereal! C'mon, you can't be in there forever.." I heard the door handle screech and I saw it slightly turn. I took a couple steps back to let the door open. When the door handle was about to open, it turned back to the beginning. I sighed. Then I heard the door lock. "I'll be there in a second mom, let me change." My frown turned into a smile, I was so happy he answered me, so nice to hear his voice again. "Ok honey, I'll be waiting in the kitchen." I walked over to the kitchen, as I looked around I saw messes everywhere, dirty dishes, spilled pancake batter on the counter, cereal flakes on the floor and counter, and dirty paper towels I used to wipe my hands. "What have I done?!" I said to myself out loud. I later started footsteps... "You're like the neatest person ever, what happened here?" Alan was right, I am very neat, you'll never find clutter under my roof, at least that's what I was known for. "You are right sweetheart I'm going to get right on that. You can take a seat on the chair, I'll bring you your food as soon as possible." "It ok ma, it's fine if you have just a bit of clutter, the house won't always be spotless." He was technically right, but I could use that as another kind reason to why he should stay at my house. "You see, that's where you are wrong. It's not okay to have clutter, you must pick it up as soon as you see it." I was wrong, but I didn't care. I wanted- no, needed, Alan to stay. "What do you mean?! If I was living with Estefany right now and I saw her make that mess I would tell her to finish eating and then I can help her clean it up. Just please stop telling be what to do with my life. Her and I already finalized our decision, we are moving out, and we'll visit our parents' houses almost everyday or so." He started to get frustrated, I saw it in his face, heard it in his voice.. and so I decided to let him be, he was almost 19, he had the right to make that choice. "I understand Alan, my apologies." I didn't want to apologize, but I also didn't want him to rush back to his room.
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My son has someone else
RandomHello! I decided to write this story because I feel like a lot of mothers go through this feeling. I actually used some 1st hand POVs from 2 kind mothers over this. Sorry if there's bad grammar, or any mistakes. Hope you like it :)
