Instead of thinking these dinners were romantic. Christy would often find it more of a routine as it’d be the same thing happening year after year, Christy always dreamed of traveling the world and experiencing new cultures as they didn’t have children.

She thought this would be possible and they could strengthen their relationship through these travels. However, alex would always turn down her trip proposal saying they were expensive and unnecessary. He insisted on saving up for the future, so they could go on these trips once they’ve retired.

Eventually, Christy fell out of love. She felt her life was routine and that she would simply go home and eat to make matters worse. Alex was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer that numbered his days, making it difficult for Christy to leave him one day while she was headed home from work, Christy received a call from the hospital. Mrs. Carson, your husband is not in good condition. It’s best.

You head over here immediately the nurse said. Admittedly, the thought of alex dying, so young still broke Christy’s heart and made her stomach twist, while she felt their love was stagnant and had no spark. He was still her husband, with whom she spent most of her adolescent years with she drove to the hospital trying to hold back her tears.

She started to think about where it all went wrong and how things could have changed if they both just tried harder. As a couple when Christy got to the hospital alex was connected to several machines and could hardly speak, however, he still tried his best to speak to Christy, to let her know how he truly felt Christy.

He started to say. I know I didn’t get to prove this to you, but I want you to know that I love you more than anything in the world. I realized at one point that this love might not be mutual between us. He shared slowly as he had a hard time. Breathing, I do love you Christy, and I didn’t expect to leave this world so early.

I had so many things planned for us. He said searching for Christy’s hand she reached out and held on to him as he continued to speak. These are my last hours and there’s nothing more I’d like than to spend them with you and when I die I’d like to bring a piece of you with me. So please and my funeral – please put something in my pocket yours so that I can keep it forever at this point. Christy was in tears, even though she fell out of love with alex she still loved him and considered him a great part of her life. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

I promise to do that alex. Don’t you worry about me too I’ll take care of myself, so you rest easy and watch over me from up there. Okay, I’m glad you don’t need to be in pain for much longer. She assured him alex nodded as he continued to hold Christy’s hand. If it’s not too much to ask, would it be all right if I was buried in my favorite blue suit?

You know which one that is. He asked christy nodded her head, of course, but don’t think about that now: let’s just enjoy these moments together. Okay, she said trying her best to smile for the next couple of hours. Christy sat beside alex. They listened to music reminisced about their younger days and sometimes sat in silence simply enjoying each other’s company.

That night alex slowly drifted to sleep and never woke up goodbye alex. Thank you. Christy whispered, as he flatlined tears, fell from her eyes and she wept quietly as the doctors and nurses started, taking out the wires connected to his body at his funeral. She approached him one last time and carefully put her locket in his coat pocket. The locket was significant because it was the first-ever gift alex gave her when they were still in college and had one of their first photos together in it.

I wish to remember you for our good times and not for what happened late in our marriage. Thank you for the wonderful years alex she said to him quietly as she placed the locket inside the pocket. She noticed a piece of paper inside and carefully pulled it out for Christy. It read in Alex’s handwriting. She had never seen it before but realized it.

Alex must have anticipated his death before placing it there. She decided to read it later and put it inside the pocket that night when she got home, she prepared herself to read the note. There alex wrote dear christy, I’ve loved you all my life and I’m glad that it’s you I chose to spend the rest of my life with I’m sorry that in the process of wanting to prove my love to you, I forgot to live in the present and Because of that somewhere along the way we became distant, I remember when we were younger you’d talk about your lifelong dream, of putting up a cafe by the ocean where you’d bake your delicious cake recipes and serve hearty meals to customers. I never forgot about this so every day that was my motivation to work so hard. I am sorry that it took up all of my time that I neglected you in the process.

I was so close to watching you fulfill this dream Christy in my safe there’s a bank passbook under your name. There I’ve saved up enough money for you to open your business, there’s also an envelope in there with documents for the purchase of a plot of land. With a small cottage overlooking the sea, this is where you can put up your cafe. I didn’t plan to leave the earth so early. I wanted to open this cafe with you.

I’M sorry. I won’t be there with you as you make this a reality but know that I’m always with you in mind and spirit. I love you with all my heart, eternally alex after reading the note Christy was in tears for the longest time. She believed alex simply didn’t care about her or their relationship. She regretted not speaking to him about their issues and not working it out when she still had time, I’m sorry for letting go so quickly, alex christy sobbed to herself.

I wish I could turn back time. She cried that night. She prayed to alex the entire time speaking to him about his regrets and wishes. Although it took her some time to get over his death, she slowly got back on her feet and started planning the cafe opening as it was. What alex would have wanted after a couple of months, she was ready to finally launch her cafe.

“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. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

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.

After some frantic searching, I managed to find David’s number and dialed it, hoping he would pick up.

“Hello?” David’s voice sounded surprised on the other end.

“David, it’s me, Sarah. I… I need to know if Michael is with you,” I blurted out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising panic.

There was a moment of silence before he responded.

“Sarah, what’s going on? Michael isn’t here.”

My heart sank even further. “He left a note saying he’s coming to stay with you. He’s upset because I won’t buy him a car.”

David let out a frustrated sigh, “I had a feeling something like this might happen. Look, I’ll try to talk to him if he shows up, but he can’t just run away from his problems.”

I thanked him before hanging up. Days passed without any word from Michael. I tried calling and texting him, but he didn’t respond. I couldn’t focus on anything, constantly worrying about him.

Then, one evening, there was a knock on the door. My heart leaped into my throat as I rushed to answer it. It was Michael, looking tired and defeated, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Mom, can we talk?” he asked, his voice sounding small.

Relief washed over me as I pulled him into a hug, “Of course, come in.”

We sat down in the living room, and Michael began to speak, his voice shaky, “I’m sorry, Mom. I was being stupid.” I squeezed his hand gently, “It’s okay, Michael. I’m just glad you’re back.”

He looked down, avoiding my gaze, “I realize now that running away wasn’t the solution. Dad didn’t even have a clue what I was talking about when I arrived.” I nodded, feeling a mix of sadness and relief, “I’m just glad you’re safe. But we really need to talk about what happened.”

Additionally, we talked. We talked about responsibility, about communication, about the challenges of adulthood. It wasn’t an easy conversation, but it was a necessary one. In the end, Michael understood that getting a car wasn’t just about fulfilling a desire for freedom; it came with responsibilities. And I understood that communication was key, even when things got tough.

Since then, we worked on rebuilding our relationship, stronger than before, knowing that challenges would come, but we would face them together.

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Some people do not deserve to be called ‘mom’ or ‘dad.’ Being a parent is the most awesome responsibility! You are in charge of a new human being. They will grow up watching you and learning from you.

How you treat them will be how they treat others. Two infants in Owasso, Oklahoma had bed sores, severe diaper rash, and they were very malnourished…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The doctors who cared for them said this was the most horrific case of abuse they had ever seen. The two people arrested for the crime on Dec. 10 are Aislyn Miller, 24, and Kevin Fowler, 25.

When police were called, a nurse told them that she had seen a maggot crawl out of one of the baby’s genitals. The other child reportedly had feces in its ear. One of the babies had a wound on her finger that had been caused by a piece of hair being tied around her finger and not being removed.

Miller claimed that she and Fowler were new parents and didn’t know how to take care of babies. She also added that their condition was a result of being born two weeks premature. Miller has no health insurance and doesn’t know how to use the Affordable care act. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Sounds like she is just making up excuses for her own incompetence. There is no way a baby left the hospital with maggots. How does that even happen? Both Fowler and Miller are now in jail, and bail has been set at $100,000.

Good news is that those two babies are out of that awful situation. Share away, people.