I Found a Skirt and High Heels in My Teen Son’s Closet — My Story

While cleaning her teen son’s room, a woman stumbled upon an unfamiliar bag in his closet. When she opened it, she was shocked to see a skirt and high heels. “Whose are these?” she wondered, unaware that they belonged to her son.

“Molly, you are so lucky to have a husband like Stephen,” my friends would say every time we would talk about my marriage when I was in my twenties.

I had always dreamt of getting married at an early age to the love of my life, but what happened in the years after my marriage tested my patience. I wasn’t ready for any of it.

We had planned to have a baby in the first year of our marriage, but fate had other plans. My heart would skip a beat every time I saw a positive pregnancy test, but weeks later, I would cry sitting on my bed, wondering why I had lost my child.

When I conceived again after two consecutive miscarriages, the doctors suggested hormone therapy in the first trimester to keep my baby safe. Ultimately, I was able to give birth to my son at 34.

Holding my son Jim for the first time in my arms was surreal. I spent hours looking at his delicate fingers and tiny feet, thinking how lucky I was to have such a beautiful baby. Stephen and I loved Jim immensely and provided him with everything he needed.

As Jim grew older, I began spoiling him with my laundry allowance. I bought him candies and toys, while Stephen always bought boxing gloves for Jim, hoping he would become a boxer one day.

However, Jim was more interested in dancing. Stephen would scold him whenever Jim told him he wanted to be a professional dancer instead of a boxer. Soon, their relationship began deteriorating, and Jim felt scared of Stephen.

As a teenager, Jim isn’t like other boys his age. He enjoys his own company and never mingles with girls, not that I know of. My friends tell me their sons often invite their girlfriends over, but I have never seen any of Jim’s girlfriends in our house.

Whenever I told my friends about Jim, they would tell me his behavior wasn’t normal, but I never paid attention to them. I think every child has a different personality, and Jim is just an introvert.

However, I felt slightly concerned when Jim stopped letting me into his room. I think he doesn’t want his 49-year-old mother snooping around, but part of me was curious to find out if he was hiding something from me.

While I was still wondering how to talk to Jim about it, our doorbell rang early in the morning, and when I went to open the door, a courier handed me a parcel with Jim’s name on it.

What is this? I wondered and put the table on the kitchen island to fetch a pair of scissors. Right when I was about to...