My Son Kicked Me Out When I Lost My Job — He Had No Idea About My Hidden Fortune

I dedicated twenty-eight years of my life to my son James. I worked double shifts at the hospital, gave up promotions that would have taken me away from home, nursed him through chronic asthma, paid for his college education, and even sold my family's lakeside cottage to help him start his business. I chose him over everything—my career, my dreams, even my marriage. But the day I told him I'd been laid off from the hospital after budget cuts, he looked at me with cold eyes and said, "You've always been financially irresponsible, Mom. I can't have you dragging us down too." Within a week, he'd packed my belongings into cardboard boxes, calling me a financial liability, a burden he couldn't afford to carry. That was the moment I stopped being the sacrificial mother. I refused to be the woman who gave everything only to be discarded when I was no longer useful. I decided to stand up for myself, to reclaim my dignity.