Kyle appeared on my doorstep after two decades, and his words shook me to my core. We got married right after college, and at first, everything was wonderful. But everything changed after our son, Alex, was born. When Alex was still under a year old, Kyle declared that he was tired of family life and walked out.

His departure was a real blow to me. For a while, my parents supported me, but soon I had to return to work to support myself and my son. Money was tight, and Kyle not only stopped helping but also disappeared abroad.

Over time, I realized I had to rely solely on myself. Waiting for Kyle was pointless, and I accepted that. I had a wonderful son whom I raised on my own. Alex grew up to be responsible and caring. He received a good education, found a prestigious job, and got married. Now he lives with his family in Chicago, where he runs his own business. As for me, I live alone in Milwaukee, but I visit them often.

Alex has done everything he can for me. He renovated my apartment, pays the utility bills, and regularly helps me financially, even though I never ask him to. I’m so proud of my son!

But a few months ago, I had a meeting with my ex-husband that threw me off balance. It turns out Kyle found out that I live alone and suddenly decided to claim his share of our assets, citing our son.

“Let’s divide everything amicably, or we’ll have to go to court,” he said.

I suspect Kyle is having serious issues now because he looked unwell—perhaps his health or finances are in trouble. Now I don’t know what to do.

On one hand, he abandoned us and only remembered us when things got tough for him. But on the other hand, I feel sorry for him as a person.