My ex died and left our 15-year-old son $300k, which I’ll manage until he’s 18. I also have another son, 12, from my second marriage, and my husband wants to use some of that money for our other son’s education. I refused.
He said, “What kind of mother are you? You protect the rich kid and turn your back on the poor kid!” I stayed silent. The next day, I came home, and my blood ran cold when I found the house unusually silent. I felt something was wrong.
I froze in terror when I opened my younger son’s room and found my child’s belongings had vanished-his clothes, toys, and books… they were all gone. In our bedroom, my husband’s things were missing too. On the bed was a note: “If you’re so determined to put your older son first, my son and I will leave you to it for a week or two. I doubt you’ll miss us.” My world shattered. I know he’s taken our son to “teach me a lesson,” but I’m devastated.
Was I really a bad mother? I was only trying to be fair to my oldest.
Harper
