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Simone, 31, never imagined she’d face the person who left her behind as a teenager. Yet years after being pushed out of her home, her mother returned, desperate for help — forcing Simone to confront a past she thought she’d buried.
Hi, Now I’ve Seen Everything!
My name is Simone, and at 31, I’m facing a decision I never imagined I’d have to make. I’m hoping someone out there can help me see things clearly.
When I was 16, my mother told me I needed to leave. Her boyfriend was moving in, and he didn’t want “another man’s kid” in the house. I asked her where she expected me to go, and all she said was that I’d “figure it out.” So I walked out that night with nothing but a backpack and no place to sleep.
One night I had a home; the next I didn’t. Friends helped for a while until they couldn’t anymore, and then I slept wherever I could find shelter. I finished school late, took whatever work I could get, and did my best to stay afloat.
I went hungry more times than I can count. I felt unseen. And through it all, my mother never called. We barely spoke. I had no choice but to learn to survive on my own.
Years passed. I worked odd jobs, saved every dollar I could, put myself through college, and slowly worked up the corporate ladder.
By 31, I owned a large house and had a stable career. Everything I had, I built on my own. I told myself I was done looking back.
And then, out of nowhere, my mother showed up asking for help as if the past never happened. She looked older, frail, and exhausted. She said her boyfriend was gone, she was sick, and she had nowhere else to go.
When she asked if she could move in with me, my immediate response was no. I reminded her of the night she chose him over me and put me out on the street. I told her I couldn’t offer a safe home to the same person who took mine away.
She didn’t fight back. She just handed me an envelope and walked away.
Inside was a hospital report. My mom had stage four pancreatic cancer. Prognosis: six weeks, possibly less.
I ran outside. She was still there, holding onto the railing to steady herself. She took my hand and said quietly, “I’ve already lost everything. Please don’t let me lose you twice.”
Now I have to decide what kind of person I want to be. If I allow her to move in, I’ll be letting the same woman who abandoned me step back into the most vulnerable part of my life. Every time I see her in my home, I know I’ll relive the night she told me to leave.
If I refuse, I will be the last door she ever knocks on. I will be the person who leaves a dying woman alone, even if she once did the same to me. She chose her boyfriend over me when I was sixteen. Now she is asking me to choose between my peace and her final weeks.
If you were in my place, which choice would you live with? Please help me!
Yours sincerely,
Simone
Dear Simone, thank you for sharing your story with us. You were incredibly brave at 16, and you’re just as brave now as you face an almost impossible decision. The truth is, there isn’t a single “right” or “wrong” answer — but here are a few things worth considering:
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