I Moved My Teenage Son to the Philippines. He Hated Me for It

I told my son we were leaving Canada on a Sunday in March. He was fifteen. He didn't shout. He just looked at me like he was revising his estimate of what kind of person I was. Then, for five months, he barely spoke to me. He wouldn't hug his grandmother goodbye at the airport. Four months in, he told me I'd been lonely and decided he had to be too. That night, I got as far as selecting dates on a flight home. This is what happened after I closed the laptop instead — and why the person who finally reached my son wasn't me. #parentingteenagers #expatfamily #singlemotherstory #movingabroad #philippineslife