My 22-Year-Old Son Threatens to Leave the House and Go Live With My Ex-Husband Unless I Buy Him a Car
My son is Michael. He had just turned 22 last month, and I thought we had passed the turbulent teenage years. Little did I know, a storm was brewing right under my nose.
While I was preparing lunch in the kitchen, Michael stormed in, his face twisted with frustration.
“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.”
