Recently I had emergency abdominal surgery which was life-threatening. Thankfully our daughter immediately came to support me and my husband through the surgery and my stay in the hospital. My son did not communicate with me at all during this time. Once back at home, I was finally able to feel all the emotions that I had put on hold so I could focus on getting healthy enough to be discharged from the hospital. I went to that dark place I go these days when I think about my son and his choices. I got angry – very angry that he was so caught in this self-absorbed, illogical ideology, he couldn’t send a text to let me know he was thinking of me, scared for me, sorry I had to go through this, etc. My husband let him know how much it hurt me; my son subsequently sent me this flowery, overly effusive text to let me know he and his friends were praying for me. The language was not my son’s voice – it sounded like some overly emotional female that didn’t know when enough was enough. It only deepened the wound.