My son, Michael, surprised me with a cottage in the countryside, but when we arrived, I realized it was all a lie. The so-called “cottage” turned out to be a nursing home. I was devastated, and when I discovered that Michael had sold my house without my consent, I felt betrayed beyond measure.

For most of my life, it had been just the two of us—me and Michael. I raised him after his mother passed, did everything I could for him, and we remained close through the years. But this? This was a shock. Michael insisted the nursing home was “better for me,” but it wasn’t just that—it was what came next. He told me he’d already sold my house. Without asking me. Without telling me.

When I overheard a conversation that revealed Michael’s gambling debts might have been the real reason for this, my heart sank. The son I’d raised had thrown me aside to cover his mistakes. I had to live in a cold, clinical room while my home and the life I’d built was sold off to pay his debts.

Thankfully, an old friend stepped in and helped me fight back legally. After a long battle, I got my house back, but now I’m torn. What should I do with Michael? I don’t know if I can ever forgive him. He’s my son, but what he did was unforgivable. What would you do in my place?