After my son encouraged me to move to a nursing facility, I wrote him letters every day, expressing how much I missed him. He never responded until one day, a stranger arrived to explain why and to take me home.

When I turned 81, I was diagnosed with osteoporosis, making it impossible to move around without help. My health made it difficult for my son Tyler and his wife Macy to care for me, so they decided to place me in a nursing home.

Tyler told me, “We can’t care for you all day, mom. We’ve got work to do.” I was confused by his sudden coldness, especially since I always tried to stay out of their way. I assured him, “I will remain out of your way, I promise. Please don’t put me in a nursing home.” Tyler, however, dismissed my plea, saying that the house my late husband built was “too big for me.”

I realized then that his desire to send me away wasn’t about my care, but about taking over my home. Heartbroken, I entered my room that night, asking myself, “Where did I go wrong?” I never expected to be betrayed by my own son.

Tyler and Macy took me to a local nursing facility, promising they would visit me regularly. But after two years, they never came. Every day felt like an eternity. I wrote Tyler letters, asking him to visit, but received no response. I began to lose hope.