He began talking about his business image and important clients.
I waited until he finished.
Then asked one question.
“Can you afford that vehicle without my help?”
Silence.
Finally, he muttered, “That’s not the point.”
“It seems to be exactly the point.”
He became furious.
“You can’t change everything overnight!”
“I can stop providing discretionary financial support.” TrackInvestments
“We depend on that money!”
There it was.
The truth he’d never admitted aloud.
He depended on me.
Yet he’d spent my birthday lecturing me about independence.
“Brandon, you’ve had years to prepare for this.”
“You offered to help!”
“I did. But I never promised to finance your lifestyle forever.” TrackInvestments
His voice hardened.
“This isn’t like you, Mom.”
Perhaps he was right.
For eleven years, I’d been the mother who solved every financial problem.
The woman who apologized whenever she said no.
The person who quietly paid bills while allowing her son to take credit.
