When Love Has a Price A year ago, my life changed in a way I never expected. I used to see my grandson regularly, watch him grow, and enjoy every moment with him. But then, something happened—something that made me question everything I believed about family.

For years, I supported my daughter financially. Whenever she needed help, I was there. I never asked for anything in return. I did it out of love, thinking that’s what a mother should do. But one day, I made a decision: I told her I could no longer continue giving her money. It wasn’t easy, but I hoped she would understand.

Instead, something shocking happened. The calls stopped. The visits ended. It was as if I had been erased from her life overnight. And worst of all, she stopped bringing my grandson to see me.

At first, I thought it was temporary. Maybe she was upset and needed time. But weeks turned into months. Birthdays passed. Holidays came and went. My home, once filled with the laughter of my grandson, became silent.

I reached out, I tried to reconnect. But every attempt was met with cold indifference. «We’re busy,» she would say. «Maybe another time.» But that time never came.

That’s when I realized the painful truth—our relationship had been transactional all along. As long as the money flowed, I was welcome. But the moment I stopped, I became irrelevant.

Now, I sit here wondering: was it always like this? Had I blinded myself to the reality of our bond? Or has money truly become more important than family?

Tell me, am I wrong to feel betrayed? Or is this just the reality of modern life?