My Son Told Me He Bought Me a Cottage in the Countryside – But When He Took Me There, I Went Pale

After a long battle that ended with Michael having to return the money he took from the buyers and pay all the legal fees, I finally got my home back and moved out of Sunset Haven.

Now, here’s where I need advice.

My son has been trying to apologize. He showed up at my house last week, and I hardly recognized him.

He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept or eaten properly in weeks.

When I let him in, he broke down.

He told me how he’d started gambling to cope with stress at work, how things had spiraled out of control, and how he’d convinced himself that selling my house and putting me in a home was the best solution for everyone.

He swore he’d been getting help for his addiction and was committed to making things right.

“I was wrong, Dad,” he sobbed. “So wrong. Can you ever forgive me?

Part of me wants to let bygones be bygones.

He’s my son, and we only have each other in this world. But another part of me is still so angry and hurt.

How can I trust him again after what he did? He lied to me, manipulated me, and stole my home to cover up his own mistakes.

Even if he’s truly sorry now, how do I know he won’t do something like this again in the future?

What would you do in my place?

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