I recently went to visit my son in Berlin, but soon I realized that I did not want to go home.

For older people, life is not the same as for young people. Opportunities to find a good job are fading every day. The prospects evaporate. Hopes remain for the younger generation. If someone has a daughter or son - that's very good news. At the very least, it gives faith to improve the situation, at least in the long run. But what happens if a mother and son are back together years later?



Today's edition. "Site" He'll tell you the story.

Mother and son abroad all his life raised his son alone. She lost a lot of nerve cells and did not sleep at night. I tried to make him a normal person. To be able to face life without fear. Helped the weak when needed, and did not retreat to the challenges of life. Am I happy with the result?



16 years ago, his son left for Germany, Berlin. Only 2 times he returned home to solve some business. That's it. There were no visits to see me in person. But I'm not judging. I worked all the time, so I didn't need his financial help. He gave me some money for my birthday and New Year.

Tough times, but recently I've been reduced. Retirement is still 3 years away, so times are tough. No one wanted to hire an employee my age, because you can hire a young one. Paying her less and demanding more. My generation will understand. So I had to learn another profession. But at the end of the day, there was not enough money.



I thought I would ask my son to help me. However, he immediately agreed and even helped me with tickets to Berlin. I promised that even without knowing German, I would be at home. It turned out to be true, often on the streets of this beautiful city I heard my native speech. But that's not my story.

Despite his age, his son did not intend to marry. Once upon a time, he said, in Europe, it was so. The stamp in the passport, according to him, means nothing, but only infringes on the rights of men. Nevertheless, I liked his nice two-bedroom apartment in a quiet area of the German capital. We were finally able to talk, walk a lot, compare each other’s lives.

In general, I liked everything very much. At some point I decided I didn't want to fly back. What's waiting for me at home? Loneliness, lack of funds, the alleged search for a normal job and the expectation of retirement? And it's so light and sunny, friendly people, son. So I shared my thoughts with the heir.



Peels turned out he wasn't expecting it. He started to talk me out of it, saying he had a lot to do. He said he was not used to living in an apartment with anyone else. It prevents him to tune in to the right way, and in general, he is by nature a recluse. But he suggested I rent a room at his expense and see what happens next.

I naturally agreed. Not immediately, but there was no other way. The room was, shall we say, not the most comfortable. And the area is different, sleeping. Although it is impossible to complain about free help, I was surprised by my son’s request to use water and light sparingly. Will a few extra pennies make some weather?

Then I got a job. It wasn't hard, I liked it. But we had to get there by public transport. And to get up for this was right in advance. For this reason, I was even more bitter that my son would not let me in. He owns a car, it would take a few minutes.



For a while, I came to terms with the situation and just continued to live. My son and I kept in touch, mostly mobile. I finally got some financial opportunity. Until the fly bit me to go visit him. Without a call, or rather, I called him on the doorstep.

He met me with bulging eyes and demanded that I wait outside the door. A few minutes later, dressed, he took me by the arm and with apparent irritation escorted me into the yard. I suggested we go to the cafe and talk. What else was I supposed to do?

Already in the cafe, finding the most secluded corner, he told me everything he thought. Of course he loves and respects me. But in this situation it becomes too tight. That he was not used to being visited without demand, interfered with his personal life. That he tried his best to help me. But he doesn't intend to do that anymore. I offered to take a break from each other.



When I asked him if he wanted me to go home, he said yes. He said he would send me money and call me more often. But being “under the hood” of his mother is very tired. The matter remained small, and the next two days I spent collecting and putting the documents in order.

Now that I am back in my hometown, sad thoughts do not leave me. My son kept his promise. He sends me some handouts, so I may not go to work, in fact. We communicate as if nothing had happened. Although we both understand.



Did I raise my child the way I wanted to? On the one hand, he is financially independent and has his own opinions and views on life. On the other hand, his behavior shocked me. But perhaps it is entirely my own merit and, as a result, my problems. Am I happy? Of course not. What other options are there?