PART 15 – I Thought the Hardest Part Would Be Asking My Son to Respect Me, Until I Realized How Long I Had Been Avoiding That Conversation

The following morning, Richard and Linda began packing.

Their bags were lined up near the entrance.

I helped Linda fold a few things.

She thanked me.

Then she looked toward the kitchen.

"Margaret, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Have you decided what you're going to do about the financial situation?"

I folded a shirt and placed it in her suitcase.

"Not everything."

She nodded.

"I hope you take your time."

"I intend to."

She looked at me.

"You've been very generous."

I smiled faintly.

"Perhaps too generous."

Linda didn't disagree.

She zipped her suitcase.

Then she said:

"I love Ashley, but I don't think she understood what she was doing."

I looked at her.

"I hope she does now."

Linda nodded.

Richard came over carrying another bag.

He told us the car was ready.

Before leaving, he shook my hand.

"Thank you for inviting us, Margaret."

"You're welcome."

He looked toward the master bedroom.

"I'm glad you finally got your room."

I smiled.

"So am I."

Linda hugged me.

Then they left.

The house became quieter.

David was outside with his phone.

Ashley was upstairs.

I walked through the dining room and noticed the birthday card still beside the flowers.

I picked it up.

Then I placed it in my suitcase.

I wanted to keep it.

Not because the weekend had been perfect.

Because there had been moments of kindness in it too.

A little later, David came inside.

"Mom, are you ready?"

"Almost."

He looked toward the staircase.

"Ashley is finishing packing."

I nodded.

Then I sat down.

He sat across from me.

"Can we talk about something?"

I looked at him.

"Yes."

He hesitated.

"I know you helped us a lot."

I waited.

"And I know you didn't have to."

I nodded.

He continued.

"I guess I got used to thinking you would always be there when we needed something."

I looked at my son.

That was the first time he had said something that sounded completely honest.

I didn't interrupt.

He rubbed his hands together.

"I didn't realize how much pressure that put on you."

I took a breath.

"David, I wanted to help you. I never wanted you to feel abandoned."

He nodded.

"But I also needed you to remember that I have a life of my own."

He looked at me.

"I know."

I wasn't certain he did.

But I hoped he would learn.

I continued.

"Your father and I spent decades building a secure life. I need to protect what remains of that life."

He nodded slowly.

"That makes sense."

I looked at him.

"And I need to know that when I say something, you won't immediately dismiss it because it's inconvenient."

He swallowed.

"I understand."

I believed he was trying.

That mattered.

But I wasn't going to confuse trying with changing.

Those were different things.

Ashley came downstairs.

She carried her handbag and looked toward the door.

"Are we leaving?"

David stood.

"Yes."

I picked up my suitcase.

Before we walked outside, I looked around the house.

The dining table.

The flowers.

The kitchen where I had spent so much time preparing everything.

The sitting area where I had slept the first nights.

I thought about how much money I had spent trying to make everybody happy.

Then I thought about the one thing I hadn't purchased.

Respect.

That had to come from somewhere else.

And I couldn't keep paying for everything while pretending that the absence of respect didn't matter.

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