Husband you've abandoned me Fine I'll focus on raising my son novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: A failed Parent

I lay on the hospital bed as I looked into my son’s eyes. He held my hand strongly as he cried. "Mum please don’t go," he cried out to me as he held my hand.

"I’m sorry you have to see me like this," I said to him. "I know you’re angry with me. I know you must hate me for not having managed to convince your father to make you, his heir.

I recounted the resentment my son had built up towards me in the last years.

Anthony then roughly shook his head. "Mother what are you talking about!?"

His reaction caught me off guard perhaps he didn’t want to say it out loud so as not be rude but I didn’t mind. "I’ve noticed don’t talk to me as much and he always seemed angry with me. I’m sorry I failed you." I said to him.

He then let out a tired sigh. "You still don’t get it, do you? Your never cared to. You’ve always been like this," he complained disappointed in me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him weakly in confusion.

"You only ever focused on making me the heir father chose. You thought that’s what I wanted but it wasn’t. All I ever wanted was to spend time with you. Everywhere I went I was ostracised and bullied for the situation we are in. My life has been a living hell. The one thing that could have better was at least having you around. But all you ever did was chase after father. I never cared about being the heir. I accepted that Father hates me. But at least you could’ve been there for me! I really wish you could have spent more time with me."

My eyes widened in horror as I looked into the eyes of my now 16-year-old son. All these years I thought I was doing everything to help him. Turns out I was doing everything wrong. How could I have been completely oblivious to how he felt? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Now knowing that I’d basically wasted my time I was ashamed of myself. How had I not noticed before. It’s now on my death bed that I realize it. When it’s far too late.

"Now I’m about to lose you and I’ll be all alone," he said as he continued to cry. Watching him cry pained me immensely. To know that I had failed my child was a hard pill to swallow.

Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, and my chest began to constrict.

"Mum! Mum!" Anthony yelled out to me in panic. My body wasn’t responding though and I continued to shake.

He ran to the doorway of the room. "Help! I need some help in here!" I heard him scream. I assumed it was to the hospital staff. My vision became blurry as I convulsed. I heard footsteps enter the room in a hurry.

"She’s going into respiratory failure!" I heard someone yell.

In the distance I heard the familiar voice of my son, he was crying. It was awful knowing I was traumatising my son. I wished I could fix it all. To go back in time and redo all the things I’d done wrong. To spend more time with him and give him what he actually wished for.

What was going to happen to him now if I died? If he’s forced to move in with my ex-husband there’s no doubt in my mind that "woman" will kill him. I had failed as a mother. My one job was to protect my child and I had failed, miserably.

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