Source: Reddit
So, I saw a post here that reminded me of my situation and it made me think to post. I have a 15 year old son Jakob. When I was 18 I married a classmate I was dating, we were stupid teenagers and I got pregnant. He really wanted to have a kid so I was pressured into having Jakob even though I hated being pregnant and taking care of him. Our families were so disappointed that they demanded we give the baby up to somebody so that we can focus on our education. We didn’t and Jakob was about six months old when his dad died in a motorcycle crash.
About a year after I gave Jakob up to my great-aunt, she legally adopted him and my life got so much better. I finished up my education and by the time I was 26, I became the manager at a club. When Jakob was 11, my great-aunt was diagnosed with an illness and it was determined she could no longer care for him.
So, as per her wishes, I took Jakob back and began working nights so that I could care for him even though I hate working nights. I have changed my entire schedule to accommodate him. I never wanted to take somebody to basketball practice, drop off and pick up a bunch of kids in a carpool or have noisy Xbox games played through my apartment. But I do now and have sacrificed my entire existence for him.
And here’s the kicker, I actually started to enjoy it because Jakob was so great and up until a year ago I was even thinking this was a nice way to live. And then something changed, he got rude, started throwing his backpack when he came home, will throw away the lunch I make him, will swear and he won’t even hug me anymore. We had an argument yesterday because he started watching WWE real loud instead of doing his chores and that woke me up way too early and I got very upset when he said I wanted to give him away because I don’t. I admitted that I never wanted to have him but he’s not some toy I can just toss away.
But instead of thinking about what I said, he just started crying really badly and this morning he wouldn’t even get out of bed and go to school, he just won’t stop hugging me and crying. I’ve called in sick for tonight but I’m just wondering if I was wrong to handle it how I did. One of my friends said she would have divorced her husband if he said that to their son.
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