I was a single mom who thought I had a close relationship with my son. I loved him deeply and always wanted the best for him. When he met his wife, I was thrilled – she was wonderful to him, and I quickly grew to love her too. My joy multiplied when they had my beautiful granddaughter in 2019. I was actively involved in her life from the start, seeing her regularly, playing with her, and building a special bond.
When my grandson arrived, I was there to support them, helping with the kids and around the house. I even helped with childcare when my daughter-in-law went back to work and during their move to a new home. We celebrated holidays together, and everything seemed wonderful.
Then, Christmas 2021 changed everything. My son’s response to my simple question about holiday plans was a shock. He told me they wanted to celebrate Christmas alone and that I would be told when I could visit sometime in January. When I expressed my hurt, he told me that despite being a “fabulous grandmother,” we didn’t have a good relationship. He refused to talk about it. I spent that Christmas heartbroken. A few weeks later, I was allowed a one-hour visit to give the children their gifts. That was the last time I saw them.
Since then, I have been completely cut off. Blocked from all communication. It’s been over two years, and the pain is indescribable. I am grieving for my son and grandchildren while they are still alive.
I have no idea what I did wrong, what caused this sudden and devastating rift. This experience has shattered me. I’ve become a shell of my former self, withdrawing from life and struggling with depression and health issues brought on by the immense stress and heartbreak.
I understand now the true meaning of a broken heart. I honestly don’t know if I will ever see my grandchildren or my son again.