By the time my son turned eighteen, I thought I understood the silence he carried. I was wrong. The morning after his birthday, Mike told me he was finally ready to share the truth he had held onto for eleven years. As a child, he had been told he was “cursed,” that bad things followed him wherever he went. Those words shaped how he saw himself—careful, distant, always afraid he would lose anything good.
I learned that this belief came from a woman in his past who blamed him for tragedies he could never control. Her words spread, turning into a story others believed, leaving Mike unwanted and alone. Even after I adopted him, he carried that weight quietly, convinced he might one day ruin my life too.....
