My son came over. This is the same one who told me off in a public restaurant. He visited and took some area rugs that I gave him a week ago. Part of me wanted to bring up the restaurant incident. I wanted him to realize how much he hurt me. I wanted an apology. I hesitated and didn't bring it up. I thought about it and decided that he may never truely appreciate me or respect me for what ever reason. I cannot allow him to dictate how I feel about myself. I cooked some breakfast and we sat together at the table. Before he left, he said he loved me and kissed me on the forehead. I believe this was his way of apologizing.
"I love you too son."