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What started as a joyful road trip with my son and his family turned into a shocking betrayal. During a quick stop at a gas station, they drove off without me—no explanation, just gone.
Stranded and hurt, I eventually reached my son, but his excuses were weak and his remorse lacking. The pain of being abandoned stayed with me long after I returned home.
Then I remembered—I still held the deed to his house from when I once helped him financially. So I sold it. Not out of revenge, but to reclaim the respect and dignity I deserved.
