My Son Doesn’t Care That If I Give Him My Flat, I’ll Have Nothing Left to Live On

They say we’re responsible for everything that happens in our lives, that whatever choices we make will shape the way we live. I find myself reflecting on this more and more lately.

Looking back, I know I made a poor choice when I tied my fate to a man who wasnt particularly dependable. In my youth, I was absolutely besotted with Edward, and although everyone knew he was a bit of a rogue, I convinced myself hed turn over a new leaf for me. I held on to that hope far longer than I should have. But the truth is, people rarely change. Even after our son William was born, Edward carried on just as before.

Month after month, Id hear of his escapadessometimes from neighbours, other times from friends, even relatives. I felt embarrassed, humiliated, all sorts of things really. I put up with it all for five years before I finally had enough and filed for divorce. If there was any silver lining, it was that Edward wasnt greedy. He let me keep his flat as long as I promised not to go after child support. Of course, William and I couldnt bear to stay there after everything that had happened, so I rented it out and moved in with my mother, who needed looking after.

The money from letting the flat all went on Williamclothes, school, holidays and games. I tried my best to give him a decent childhood. Whatever work I could manage, the money went towards bills, food, Mums medicineshed been bedridden for years. I believed William would one day appreciate all the sacrifices I made. Now, Im 57, grappling with diabetes, endlessly injecting insulin, doing my best to hang on as long as I can.

Because of my illness, I cant work, and honestly, who on earth would hire me at my age anyway? I dont receive a pension, as I hopped around jobs for years, never staying anywhere long enough. Most of the time it was odd jobs, cash-in-hand, so I could make ends meet. All I really have is what I earn from renting out that flat. William is now 31, and hes just announced hes getting married. Hes told me he and his fiancée are planning to move into the flat.

When I explained I wouldnt have any money to live on, he just shrugged and said that wasnt his problem. I genuinely have no idea what Ill do. Theres no savings to fall back on; I constantly need medication, Ive got to eat, pay the gas and electric. What on earth am I supposed to do now? How can my own son be so callous? Why would he do this to me?