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That was the night I stopped being generous.<\/p>\n
I need to take you back to where it all started, because you\u2019re probably wondering how a mother ends up in a situation like mine. How love turns into something unrecognizable. How you wake up one day and realize you\u2019ve become invisible to the people you\u2019d give everything for.<\/p>\n
It began about three years ago.<\/p>\n
Every Friday morning, I had a routine. I\u2019d wake up around 7:30, make a pot of coffee, take my blood pressure pills with a glass of water, and sit at the kitchen table with my phone. By 9:00, I\u2019d open my banking app and send $700 to my son Michael\u2019s account.<\/p>\n
Seven hundred dollars every single week, without fail.<\/p>\n
At first, it didn\u2019t feel like a burden. It felt like purpose.<\/p>\n
You see, Michael had called me one afternoon, and I could hear something in his voice I hadn\u2019t heard since he was a little boy.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Real, raw fear.<\/p>\n