At first, it was supposed to be temporary. Just a few months while he got back on his feet.
But months turned into years.
Debts piled up. Jobs came and went.
Promises were made and broken.
He spoke kindly when he needed money… and coldly when I asked for respect.
Still, I stayed patient. Because a mother always hopes her child will change.
Everything shifted the day we bought a lottery ticket.
We had gone out for bread. He only came along because he needed to borrow twenty euros.
While we were waiting, he joked,
“Buy a ticket, Mom.
Maybe we’ll get out of this life.”
I paid for it.
He picked the numbers—smiling like he already believed he had won.
I slipped the ticket into my purse… and forgot about it.
Two days later, he checked the results.
Then everything exploded.
“Ninety million!” he shouted, jumping around like a man possessed.
Within minutes, he was calling friends, bragging, planning cars, trips, luxury apartments.
And just as quickly…
He changed.
That same afternoon, he started throwing my belongings out of the bedroom.
Then the living room.
Then everything.
Boxes, clothes, documents—piled by the door.
“It’s over,” he said, right in front of the neighbo
What happened next changed everything…
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