The Table

I know a woman who was a divorced single mom raising her son alone. When he became a teen she began to resent his presence more adamantly. She always fussed about food concerning herself but her son no longer came to the table. She stopped preparing meals for her son blaming him as the reason. Every two weeks she would grocery shop and she'd buy a case of canned soup and told him to help himself. They became intensely bad room mates. One day he killed himself.