I had a business trip planned for two months. It was a crucial opportunity for my career, and while I was hesitant to leave my son for so long, my husband assured me that he would take good care of him. He had been a part of our lives for five years, and while their relationship had its ups and downs, I believed there was a level of respect and affection between them. I trusted him implicitly, or so I thought. I kissed them goodbye, with a mix of excitement and anxiety, and promised to call every night. Little did I know, my world was about to be shattered into a million pieces. My trip was productive, filled with meetings and networking events. I missed my son terribly, but I was comforted knowing he was in good hands. I diligently called every evening, speaking to both my husband and son. Everything seemed normal. They would tell me about their day, and we would laugh and make plans for when I returned. I felt a sense of peace amidst the chaos of the trip. Two weeks before my scheduled return, I wrapped up my business early. I decided to surprise them. I envisioned a heartwarming reunion, filled with hugs and laughter. I couldn’t wait to see their faces.
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As I approached my house, a sense of unease washed over me. The lights were on, and I could hear music, but something felt off. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, expecting to be greeted by my loving family. Instead, I was met with a scene that made my blood run cold. My husband was throwing a party with his buddies. There was loud music, drinking, and general debauchery. But the worst part was that my son was nowhere to be seen. [“WHERE IS MY SON?”], I demanded, my voice trembling with anger and fear. My husband, clearly drunk, just shrugged and said, “He’s not here.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I frantically searched the house, calling my son’s name. Each unanswered call intensified my panic. Finally, I cornered my husband and demanded the truth. He nonchalantly revealed that he had **KICKED MY SON OUT** weeks ago, shortly after I had left for my trip. He claimed my son was being “disrespectful” and “ungrateful,” and that he couldn’t handle him anymore. He did this WHILE I WAS ON A BUSINESS TRIP!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man I had trusted, the man I had shared my life with, had betrayed me in the most unimaginable way. He had abandoned my child, leaving him to fend for himself. I was filled with a rage I had never experienced before. I immediately tried calling my son. No answer. I tried again, and again. Still nothing. Desperation began to set in.
After hours of calling and contacting all of my son’s friends, I finally got a response. He was terrified to call me, but needed my help. It turns out, my sweet boy had been **WANDERING THE STREETS FOR OVER A MONTH**. He didn’t contact me because his stepfather had threatened him with worse consequences if he told me anything. He had been living a nightmare, all while his stepfather was throwing parties and pretending everything was normal.
Before filing for divorce, I wanted to teach him a lesson he would never forget. I called my friend, a cop, and laid out the situation. We planned to set him up for a minor offense. When the police arrived at his next party, they wouldn’t just be breaking up a gathering; they’d be arresting a man who had severely neglected a child and made his life a nightmare. The divorce is going to be fun. He will soon be in jail. This is the least he deserves.
