I think of our retirement years with a heavy heart. The country I've always considered as home does not seem so friendly after all. If retiring here means not being able to see our oldest son, then I choose not to stay.
The illogicality of it tears at my heart and soul. It may seem melodramatic but this has dragged on for so long and has worn me down. I don't know if I want to keep on fighting them, it seems so futile. What makes it worse is none of it is of his doing. It is Us. We were the ones who made the wrong decisions.
I feel sad that it has come to this. A heart-wrenching decision. A grandson unable to see his grandparents in their twilight years. But it is what it is and we'll just have to live with it.