Then There Were None

Part 4 Going crazy

After I came back home, my son called me and said my granddaughter was going to pick me up and bring me to his house so we could talk. I got ready and, with my heart in my throat, got in the car and we started down to his house.
When I walked in, I knew I was in for it. The look on his face put a chill in my blood.
He didn't waste any time. He told me;
"Ok mom, for one, I want you to find a place for your cat in the next 2 weeks or we take her to the pound. We won't be caring for her anymore." My heart just dropped. What was I going to do? I had no place to take her to.
"Second, you can only talk to your grandkids over the phone. You're not allowed to come here to visit anymore. Third, we will not give you rides to the store or the post office or anywhere. You'll have to find your own way."
I was so dumbfounded I could hardly speak. My heart just broke.
Now, mind you, I wasn't arguing with him about why, I was trying to figure out why so severe? He told me he had a miserable childhood! What? He told me so many hurtful things, I could only stand there and cry.
I tried to talk to him. Tried to stop what he was about to do. I told him I was so very sorry for his childhood being miserable but I couldn't go back and undo anything. I asked him why he had never come to me and told me. He said it wouldn't have done any good.
I made some mistakes, I'm sure. They didn't hand me a manual when I left the hospital. But, I guess he thought I should have braved motherhood, alone and perfectly.
I made sure I told my son countless times a day that I loved him. I tried to give him everything he wanted and needed. I carried him under my heart, a heart that only grew larger, the moment they laid him in my arms.
Oh Dear God, I loved my son with every fiber of my being. How in the world was I ever going to make it right?