I was young when Marek's father left.

Taken from life. "I raised my son alone": When he grew up, he said he didn't want to have anything to do with me

< p > everything I had, I gave him.

< p > I was young when Marek's father left. He left nothing but a handful of lies and unpaid bills. I had no choice & ndash; I had to be a mother and father. I worked at night, gave up my own needs, did everything to make my child a better life.

< p > I never complained. I never regretted.

< p > and then the day came when my sacrifice ceased to be relevant.

< p > — Mom, we have to talk — He said, sitting opposite me at the kitchen table.

< P >He was already an adult, well -dressed, confident. Completely different from the boy who I hugged to sleep for so many years. ~ 60 > < p > — What's going on, son ?

< p > — Don't call me that — threw sharply.

< p > I froze.

< p > — Mark & ​​amp; Hellip;

< p > sighed, as if the very fact of this conversation was a burden for him.

< p > — You have strangled me with your love all your life. You kept controlling me, you wanted to decide who I should meet with, where to study, what to do.

< p > I felt my heart starting faster.

< p > — I & Hellip; I only wanted your good.

< p > — Your good, not mine! & Amp; MDASH; He interrupted me. & Amp; MDASH; You have never listened to me!

< p > — I listened to you & hellip;

< p > — No, mom. Never.

< p > He looked at me with a foreign look.

< p > — That's why I made a decision. From now on I want to live my own way. Without you.

< p > I felt dark in front of my eyes.

< p > — Mark, what are you m & oacute; wsz ?

< p > — I don't want you to speak to me. I don't want your phone & oacute; in your messages. I don't want you to be part of my life.

< p > I blinked quickly, fighting with tears.

< p > — Why ?

< p > — Because I don't need it anymore.

I felt how I crack on a thousand pieces & oacute; w.

< p > I watched him get up, takes the jacket, approaches the door.

< p > — Goodbye, mom.

< p > and then came out.

< p > did not even look over the shoulder.

< p > and then I understood that the greatest loneliness is when a man devotes everything to someone who then rejects him without hesitation.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116