We Sent Our Son Money for School for Years—Then Discovered He Wasn’t Enrolled at All

Robert stepped closer, his tone low and heavy. “Jason… you didn’t just walk away from college. You broke our trust.”

We didn’t stay long. Jason refused to come home, insisting he needed to face the consequences himself. The drive back was silent. That night, I cried—not just for the money, but for the boy I thought I understood.

Putting the Pieces Back Together
Months later, Jason found work at a repair shop. He began saving, talking about community college. I wanted to trust him again, but something inside me hesitated.

“He’s still our son,” Robert said to me one evening. “We’ll get there. It’ll take time.”

“I’m just not sure how yet,” I replied.

“You don’t have to know. Just start with listening.”

A year later, Jason returned home. He looked healthier, more grounded. He placed a small envelope on the kitchen table. Inside were a few hundred dollars—only a tiny portion of what he owed, but symbolic nonetheless.Continue reading…