When my husband passed away, he left our son, Ethan, a house, some savings, and his Mustang. At the funeral, my son gave a touching speech, and I thought he was ready to handle the inheritance. But I was shocked when I walked past the corner and heard him laugh, saying, “I’ll get the car now.”
I was devastated. That night, I told our lawyer the inheritance stays locked until he proves he deserves it. Ethan called me controlling, said I was “stealing his future,” and left to stay with a friend. He’s turning 18 next week and is already threatening to take me to court.
I keep wondering where I went wrong. I tried to raise him with values, not entitlement. But now every call turns into a fight, he says, I’m punishing him for grieving differently, that his dad wanted him to have the car “no strings attached.” Maybe he’s right, maybe I’m too harsh.
Still, something in me can’t hand over that Mustang to a boy who treats it like a prize instead of a memory. I’m torn between protecting what his father built and letting him make his own mistakes. I don’t know what to do anymore—should I stand my ground or give in before we lose each other completely?
