I knew it. I knew. Did you suspect that?
- Yes, I knew. I knew it was one of the three boys. This is one of my sons, Mathieu.
That I pampered, loved; he knows it. I opened his restaurant for him. He let me down.
I continued the restaurant for three years, in the oven and in the mill. From eight o'clock until eleven o'clock in the evening, all alone, preparing meals, the dishes, cleaning the restaurant, preparing for the evening, the races—the only day I was available, since I was open six days a week. I opened this restaurant because he insisted so much.
"Mom, you can do it; you are brave! Come on, Mom, open the restaurant for me! " Mom had money.
She paid him the shares so that we could open the restaurant together. He knows what's on my mind. He knows he hurt me so much.
Yes, you hurt me so much. When you said, "Go back to the cave, old woman. " These are your words.
My husband is here; he knows I suffered from it. But not only you, Nicolas, I don't even know why he doesn't come to see me anymore. And Christophe, it's the same.
I don't know why he doesn't answer my text messages anymore. I wished him a happy birthday by saying, "I am a mom," "I was a very good mother to all four of you. " I still have a daughter.
I have a good relationship with my daughter. You know you always ask how my mom is; what does she answer you? You have her phone; call her.
Sylviane, did you expect that… - Yes. One of your sons… I wrote to my best friend last night. Patricia, you know her.
I told him, "A strange thing is happening to me; I am invited to the show Only the Truth Counts. " So she said to me, "Who are you thinking of? " I said, "But you know who I'm thinking of.
" I wrote to him, to my sons. One of my sons. Are you touched by Mathieu’s approach?
Yes. Of course, I am touched. Do you want to hear what he has to say?
I would like to hear what he has to say to me. Matthew, it's your turn, my friend. Over to you, Mathieu.
I said it was going to be hard. Mom, thank you… for having come. Today, I did this in this show because when I was a little boy, we watched the show together.
- Yes. I saw you crying, and it already touched me a lot. And I thought that maybe this is the way that we can turn the page; we both hurt each other.
I did a lot to you. At some point, I know it, I accept it: yes. You hurt me too.
You don't realize it, but yes. Today, my approach is sincere. The restaurant, I just want to turn the page—tear it out, burn it, never talk about it again.
We are not going to spend all our life talking about the restaurant, the struggles, the hassles, the headaches, etc. At some point, you have to tear this all apart. Move forward.
You said in the message you sent to Christophe that it made me think that you are getting old. Yes. I wanted to see you again.
I miss not writing to each other anymore. When I was in the South, we called each other every day—almost every day, sometimes an hour, two hours. You were there for me, for us.
I have no more words. Today, I just want to turn the page; let's not talk about it anymore. We don't have to call each other to see each other every day, but little by little, I think we can talk again.
It's hard, honestly. I don't even know how I can speak. In any case, I want to forget the past and let's get back in touch.
Are you… It's obvious; you're touched. What do you think? We can't turn the page and forget.
We can forgive; it's something else. Me, in life, you know that I only have one word that exists: it is to respect. For me, respect sums it all up.
When there is no more respect, there is nothing left, whether in a couple, whether it is children toward parents. You know very well that you disrespected me. If we stay on this, we will never move forward.
And it’s still almost eight years since… I think about it too. I was a very good mother, that I did everything for the four of you. - I never said otherwise… I stopped working to raise you, to be by your side; I took you to school… The mom side, I always have… You were in Aix, all alone.
You cried every night; I was there, - I know. You slept by my side during your heartaches, it's not true? How many nights have you been next door when you were crying because a girlfriend had left you, or you had dropped it; I don't remember in which direction.
You know that? You know it, from Diane. How many nights in tears have you spent by my side?
How old were you? You know, you read the message I sent to your older brother. I weighed every word.
The proof is that it worked. But not for him. He's a big boy.
Not for Nicolas either. Nicolas is going to be a dad. I would have thought of Nicolas, who perhaps has this trigger because he's going to be a dad, but I was thinking of all three.
I wrote to Patricia. It's my sons who write to me or who invite me. This is a very painful story; I lost sight of my three children, my three boys, and I love them all, even with their flaws.
As I ask you the question, in your head, you know what you're going to do or are you still hesitating? I don't hesitate. Do you know what you will do?
- Yes. Have you made your decision? - Yes.
Sylviane, if your decision is made, I will ask you, you know the principle of the show, to stand up facing the curtains. On the other side of this. .
. Curtain, there is Mathieu, your son, who invited you to reconcile with you and to tell you: “Mom, it’s stupid to let any more time pass. Let’s wipe the slate clean of the past.
” You call that forgiving. Let us look to the future. You can leave this curtain closed.
You can decide to open it. What do you decide? I decide to open it, because we must forgive.
It's pretty. Eight years without seeing you; we are happy to have done the job tonight and to have brought you together. Sometimes the curtains are closed symbolically or actually, and all it takes is a little courage, like Mathieu's this evening, and a little openness of heart, if I may say so, as you have shown this evening.
A son always remains a son. I am convinced that if your other sons see what happened tonight, you'll see… It'll create some triggers, and you will find your children again. Madam, young man, well done.
We'll let you leave hand in hand.
