My 18-Year-Old Son Moved in with His Best Friend – Two Days Later, He Came Home Crying and Said, ‘Mom, I Need to Confess Something’

For the first time, I was afraid to look at what he was holding.

Mom, I need to confess something.

“Where did you get that?”

“From Ben’s house.”

I reached for the paper, expecting to see something silly.

Instead, I froze.

My legs went so weak that I had to sit down.

“Mom?”

I had to see for myself.

“I can’t read this.”

“Your glasses are on the counter.”

Right.

“You know I can’t see anything without them.”

Luke almost smiled.

I was afraid to look at what he was holding.

“You’ve been blind as a bat since you were thirteen.”

“Very funny.”

“You called Ben ‘honey’ at my soccer game.”

“Once.”

“Three times.”

Luke loved teasing me about it.

You’ve been blind as a bat.

I put my glasses on and unfolded the paper.

My eyes moved down the page.

Then I saw it.

I read the same line twice, hoping I’d misunderstood.

You called Ben ‘honey’.

“Where did you get this?”

“I told you. Ben’s house.”

“Does he know you took it?”

“Yes.”

I looked at Luke. “And he knows what this says?”

I read the same line twice.

His face crumpled. “That’s why I came home.”

I folded the paper and grabbed my purse. “Where is Ben?”

“At his parents’ house.”

“Get in the car.”

“Mom…”

“Now, Luke.”

That’s why I came home.

***

Twenty minutes later, Ben opened the door.

His face was pale.

“Where’s your mother?”

“In the kitchen.”

Diane stood when we entered. “I can explain.”

His face was pale.

I put the document on the table. “Then explain this.”