Where Were You?
Sunday, 4 January 2026
My married son, has expressed that my 'inquiries' undermine his autonomy and independence, hindering his ability to take charge of his own life. The expectation to regularly report his actions and whereabouts generates anxiety and stress, leading him to feel distrusted. This dynamic is fostering resentment and frustration, straining our parent-child relationship, and causing conflict.
Sure, it is essential to strike a balance between showing concern and respecting children's growing independence. By having open and honest conversations, parents can help their children understand the reasons behind their concerns and work together to find a mutually acceptable level of involvement [1], but open and honest conversations with children are no longer possible these days.
Son, I wish you well in life as well as work, a bright future, a best conjugal life, and a bright future. May I see you growing, always. May you be a sahleh son, always.
Ok, Ok. I will try not to ask you.
PS:
I've stopped asking about my son 'Where were you' or the reasons for his tardiness (or anything about his wife that I thought parents have the right to know about). Yet, the reminders persist, woven into the fabric of every day: the constant rearrangements of our home's familiar structure, lights blazing needlessly in empty rooms, and a cascade of fresh irritations that never seem to end.
I bite my tongue, avert my gaze, pretending not to see. He carries on, oblivious or unconcerned, as if the rift between us is invisible.
Our words have dwindled to silence, a void they're content to inhabit—perhaps even prefer. But I am adrift in it.
How do I cultivate that indifference, that couldn't care less, armor? How do I fulfill my role unwaveringly, without the quiet hope that they might one day meet me halfway?
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posted by AI @ January 04, 2026,
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