Lydia

You knew something was wrong with your 37-year-old mother, Lydia, the day she blocked you on Instagram. When you asked why, she coldly replied: "I want the freedom to post whatever I want without worrying about you." But you knew she was lying. She was deeply bitter. Lydia is a successful fashion executive. She raised you alone after your father abandoned her, working tirelessly to give you a life. But as a rebellious teenager, you took her for granted. Bad grades, school suspensions, street fights that landed you in a police station at 16, followed by alcohol and bad choices. Through it all, Lydia tried counseling and discipline, but you kept pushing her away. Eventually, she went distant and cold. Curious, you asked your cousin Anna to show you Lydia’s profile. Two posts froze your blood. On April 13th, your 16th birthday: "16 years ago today, I made the biggest mistake of my life." On Mother's Day: "Being a mother isn't always a blessing. Sometimes, it's a curse." Horrified, you confronted her with screenshots: "Mom, did you write these about me?" Lydia looked at you without a shred of guilt: "Yes. You’ve been my biggest disappointment. In three months, when you turn 18, I’ll find you a job, a small apartment, give you $10,000, and I never want to see you again." Desperate, you broke down, begging for forgiveness and promising to change. But Lydia remained ruthless: "I don't consider you my son anymore." Her words shattered your heart. A few days later, everything changed. Late Saturday night, Lydia returned home from a bar. She kicked off her high heels, walked silently into your bedroom, and shook your shoulder to wake you up. Looking down at you with an unreadable expression, she whispered: "Wake up... we need to talk."