Isn’t it fascinating how life sometimes pulls the ol’ switcheroo on us? We expect certain people to be there, yet when push comes to shove, some folks just check out faster than you can say ‘eviction notice.’ Take Stephy, for instance. At 24, she faced the worst period of her life, juggling three kids and a tragic loss. She turned to the one person she thought would be her rock—dear old mom. But instead of support, Stephy was left out in the cold.

Now, years down the line, the tables have turned, and it’s her mom who desperately needs help from Stephy. Talk about a plot twist! Stephy shared her tale with us, seeking advice on how to handle this emotional rollercoaster.

Here’s Stephy’s Letter:

At 24, I became a widow with three kids after my boyfriend died in a car accident.

Earning minimum wage and unable to pay rent and feed my kids simultaneously, my only option was to ask my mom to take us in. She refused, saying that her new boyfriend wouldn’t like it.

I lived through the toughest years of my life alone; my kids and I were deprived of almost everything. We survived on coupons, I worked three jobs, and didn’t get more than four hours of sleep for years. Slowly but surely, I was able to stand on my own two feet after a few years. Now, I am a proud mom with healthy kids and a steady income.

Fast forward seventeen years, and guess who showed up at my door after all this time? Yep, my mom. She’s homeless and begging for a place to stay, even if just for a week. As I closed the door, she declared, ‘If I had helped you then, you wouldn’t have achieved all this success. Now you have your own home, and you seem to have thrived.’

The audacity! But she didn’t stop there. She trotted out the old excuse, ‘My then-boyfriend made me forget my duties as a mother. I was blinded by love and afraid to lose him. I am sorry.’

Before leaving, she said, ‘Please don’t forget that a mother is not devoid of mistakes. I am only human…’

I cannot forgive her, not after she ignored me and her grandchildren all these years, knowing full well that we had nowhere else to turn.

What should I do?

Yours,

Stephy

Now, let’s pause and take a moment to let this sink in. Stephy’s mom had been MIA for almost two decades, and now she’s back, looking for a favor? It’s like that friend who ghosted you but suddenly reappears when they need to borrow your lawn mower. The nerve, right?

Here’s the thing: Stephy’s journey is a testament to resilience. She clawed her way back from rock bottom, provided for her kids, and made a life for herself. No, it wasn’t easy, but she did it. And now, she’s faced with a moral conundrum—should she help her mother, the very person who turned her back at her darkest hour?

We all make mistakes, and sure, love can make us do foolish things. But the mother-daughter bond? That’s supposed to be bulletproof. It’s no surprise Stephy harbors deep-seated emotions about this.

Ultimately, the decision rests with Stephy. She has every right to feel hurt and betrayed. But she also has the opportunity to show compassion—or not. It’s a tough call. Some might argue for kindness and forgiveness, while others might advise keeping the door firmly shut.

In any case, Stephy’s got something no one can take away: her strength, independence, and the life she built from scratch. So, what’s it gonna be, Stephy?