My 22-Year-Old Son Threatens to Leave the House and Go Live With My Ex-Husband Unless I Buy Him a Car

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My son, Michael, had just turned 22 last month, and I thought we had passed the turbulent teenage years.

Little did I know, a storm was brewing right under my nose.

I was in the kitchen, preparing lunch when Michael stormed in, his face twisted with frustration.

“Mom, we need to talk,” he said, his tone unusually serious.

I turned to him, noticing the tension in his voice. “Sure, what’s on your mind, honey?”

He leaned against the counter, arms folded. “I need a car.”

I paused, taken aback.

“A car? What happened to your part-time job? You were saving up for one.”

Michael let out an exasperated sigh.

“I know, but it’s taking forever to save up, and I really need it now.”

I frowned, wiping my hands on a kitchen towel. “Michael, cars are expensive. You know that.

Besides, you have a job, you can save up a bit more and—”

He cut me off, his tone impatient, “No, Mom, I can’t wait anymore. All my friends have cars, and I’m tired of depending on you for rides or taking the bus. I need my freedom.”

I could feel frustration building up within me, “Michael, I understand, but we can’t just afford to buy you a car out of the blue.

It’s not that simple.”

He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. “Well, maybe I’ll just go live with Dad then. He’ll buy me a car.”

His words hit me like a ton of bricks.

My ex-husband, David, always tried to buy Michael’s affection instead of being a responsible parent.

I couldn’t believe Michael would even suggest such a thing.

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