Despite occasional rebellious phases, he was generally kind, hardworking, and focused. He did well in school, earned a partial scholarship to college, and later secured a good job in finance. I’ve always been immensely proud of him and felt confident that he had grown into a successful adult. We stayed close even after he moved out, maintaining regular phone calls and weekly dinners. However, something happened over a year ago that completely shocked me. One Tuesday evening, Michael came to my house brimming with excitement. He told me he had bought me a cottage in the countryside. I was stunned and asked him what he was talking about, but he insisted it was perfect for me, describing it as peaceful, serene, and exactly what I needed. Despite my reservations, I trusted him and reluctantly agreed to move.Over the next few days, I packed up and prepared to leave, while Michael took care of the details. He was so helpful that I pushed aside my lingering doubts. Finally, the day arrived to drive to my new home. However, as we drove further away from the city, I started feeling uneasy. The scenery was desolate, far from the idyllic image of the countryside I had in mind. Eventually, we turned onto a long, winding driveway, and at the end of it stood a large, boring building with a sign that read “Sunset Haven.” It wasn’t a cottage; it was a nursing home. I was devastated. Michael tried to explain, saying that this place was better for me because I had been forgetting things lately, and he was worried about me living alone. He then revealed that he had already sold my house. The ground felt like it had disappeared beneath me. I demanded answers, but Michael was evasive, mentioning something about having power of attorney and doing what was best for me. I shut down after that, and the next few hours were a blur. Somehow, I ended up checked into Sunset Haven, where I was led to a small room that was a far cry from the home I had known for decades.As the days passed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Then, I overheard a conversation between two nurses discussing how a resident’s son had sold his father’s house to cover gambling debts. My heart sank. Was this the real reason behind Michael’s actions? Had he betrayed me for his own selfish reasons? Fate intervened when an old friend, Jack, a lawyer, visited Sunset Haven to see his sister and was shocked to find me there. When I told him what had happened, he was outraged and offered to look into the legality of what Michael had done. With Jack’s help, we discovered that the sale of my house had been rushed, with several legal corners cut. After a lengthy legal battle, I was able to contest the sale, and Michael was forced to return the money he took and pay the legal fees. Eventually, I got my home back and moved out of Sunset Haven. Now, here’s where I need advice. My son has been trying to apologize. When he showed up at my house last week, he looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept or eaten properly in weeks. He broke down and confessed that he had started gambling to cope with stress at work, which spiraled out of control. He convinced himself that selling my house and placing me in a nursing home was the best solution for everyone. He swore that he’s getting help for his addiction and is committed to making things right. Part of me wants to forgive him. He’s my son, and we only have each other in this world. But another part of me is still angry and hurt. How can I trust him again after what he did? He lied to me, manipulated me, and sold my home to cover his own mistakes. Even if he’s truly sorry now, how do I know he won’t do something like this again in the future? What would you do in my place?