Isaac’s mother started on again about his issues. About being unemployed. About sleeping in a friend’s basement. About drinking too much. About how badly he’d treated his last girlfriend—the one who’d been “such a sweet girl.”
Isaac loved his mother but, usually, he tried to avoid her because of her constant judgment. This morning, he’d decided to reach out and invite her to meet for coffee—his treat. He couldn’t afford much, but he could certainly manage that.
Now, hardened by her criticism, Isaac was starting to regret that decision. And the news of his terminal illness was left unsaid.