It's five months today since I last saw my son, 33. He's cut me out of his life completely and it's killing me. His words at our last meeting were 'you'll grieve for a bit then learn to live with it'. Five months on and it still hurts as much as it did when he walked away, and I'll never get over it. We used to be so close, speak every day, more than once. I was so involved in his life yet it was my daughter who told me he'd recently got engaged. I cried for hours! Is he going to get married without me? It's breaking my heart. He only lives less than five minutes away & I've stopped going to the local shops in case I bump into him because last time I did I tried talking to him & it ended with me collapsing in the street after he said some very hurtful things. My daughter won't get involved as my relationship with her isn't great either, yet she loves to tell him when we have spats, adding fuel to his fire. I've admitted my faults, saw a counsellor who told me I am a good person and don't deserve this cruelty but it's really hard to believe when the ones closest to me are the ones making me feel the lowest of the low. Christmas Day was horrendous, just me and my hubby on our own. My heart ached on my Son's birthday, I sent a card and present but got no acknowledgement. The pain of not receiving a Mothers Day card from him will stay with me forever. He chose that day to announce his engagement on social media. My birthday was very hard. Again no card or message. So so painful. How he thinks I'll learn to live with it is beyond me. SO, you are not alone, I feel for you x