Marie

My son went to great lengths to refuse anything that was given to him due to our wealth. He said that since he had done nothing to earn it he couldn't accept it. He didn't even accept my help when he moved out, the only furniture that he took was a dresser that he had bought the money he had saved from working at a coffee shop and a bed that was an heirloom from my father. He cut himself off then. He kept in touch with his sister and an uncle on his father’s side but that was it. He would come over on birthdays and holidays but only for dinner, then he would be gone. In and out of my life like a ghost, an ethereal being who would haunt my dreams for weeks at a time. His appearance changing slightly each time he came around; gauged ears or a new tattoo, long hair or a buzz cut, it seemed as if his skin was the only thing in his life that he wasn't content with. He called after each time that he would get another piercing or tattoo, But no matter how much I hated it; the fact that my gorgeous son, my one and only little boy was making himself out to be one of the dregs society; I loved to hear from him. Whether it was him calling to tell me that he went up a size in his ears, or to tell me that he was getting a tattoo of a diamond ring with the word mother engraved into it. It meant that my son was choosing to involve me in his life.