I Supported My Son For Years—Until They Skipped My 75th Birthday

mean, no?”

“I mean it’s not coming.”

The lightness in her voice vanished. “You can’t just stop. We depend on that.”

Something about the way she said “that” instead of “you” made everything clear. They didn’t depend on me. They depended on what I provided.

“I know,” I said quietly. “That’s the problem.”

Her tone sharpened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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