My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For

“We’ll sort it out.”

When I suggested returning to part-time bookkeeping for something to do outside the house.

“We’ll sort it out.”

When I said I wanted to visit an old friend in Santa Fe for a few weeks.

“Let’s talk about it later.”

I began feeling less like a mother living with her family and more like a permanent household resource.

Then Thursday morning came.

They left for Hawaii.