My son abandoned me on an empty road because of his wife—but no one could have predicted what would happen just a month later 

I raised him alone. From the moment he was born, he became my whole world. I lived only for him. I never bought things for myself, never rested, and barely remember what it felt like to truly sleep peacefully—everything I did was for him.

I worked nonstop—at the post office, cleaning houses, washing dishes in a café. Whenever people asked why I pushed myself so hard, I always said, “I want my son to have the life I never did.”

I truly believed that when I got older, he would be there for me. That he would never leave or betray me. He used to promise, “Mom, when I grow up, I’ll buy you a house and a car!” And I believed him—because he was my son.

But everything changed when a woman came into his life. From the very beginning, I felt something wasn’t right.

She treated me coldly, never calling me by name—no “ma’am,” no “mom,” just “you.”

Soon, she began convincing him that I was a burden. She mocked him for helping me and said things like:

“Why are you giving your mother money? If she wants to eat, she can work.”

“Stop dragging her around—you have your own family now.”

She slowly turned him against me, discouraging him from visiting and telling others I was manipulating him—even though I only called occasionally to check on him.

Once, I brought him a homemade pie. She threw it out, saying:

“At least tell her to wash her hands before bringing food from who knows where.”

Little by little, he changed. He grew distant. I felt like I was losing him.

Then one morning, he said:

“Mom, I want to take you somewhere. You can stay there for a while… rest.”

There was no warmth in his voice. I sensed something was wrong—but I went anyway. Because he was still my son.

We drove for hours, farther and farther from the city. Finally, he stopped on a deserted road—no houses, no people, just emptiness.

“Get out,” he said.

I stepped out. He didn’t look at me. He shut the door and drove away, leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere.

At that moment, I couldn’t imagine that just one month later, he would come back begging for forgiveness 😢

I stood there in shock. It felt like my heart had been torn out. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t even scream. There was only silence and pain. I didn’t know where to go or how to continue.

I just stood there, wishing it was all a nightmare.

Eventually, a distant relative found me and took me in. He lived alone in a small village and gave me a place to stay. I didn’t call my son. I didn’t want to hear his voice.

A month passed.

Then—he came.

He fell to his knees, crying like a child.

His wife had betrayed him. She cheated on him with his friend, stole nearly all their money, and disappeared—leaving him in debt and humiliation.

He said that when he left me on that road, he thought he was doing the right thing—starting a new life. But in reality, he had destroyed everything.

He begged me to forgive him. Tears streamed down his face as he kissed my hands.

“Mom, please forgive me… I forgot who truly loves me.”

And as I looked at him, only one thought came to mind:

Do I even need that forgiveness anymore?