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, Michael, 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.
I was in the kitchen, preparing lunch when Michael stormed in, his face twisted with frustration.
“Mom, we need to talk,” he said, his tone unusually serious.
I turned to him, noticing the tension in his voice. “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—”
He cut me off, his tone impatient, “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 could feel frustration building up within me, “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.
