No conversation. No therapy. Just an envelope delivered to the office with the documents inside and a post-it on top: “Please don’t complicate things.”
That was Caleb, always polite when he wanted to be cruel.
He also asked for sole custody of our ten-year-old daughter, Harper.
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In court, he described me as “unstable,” “financially irresponsible,” and “emotionally unstable.”
He presented himself as a calm, organized, and reliable father. With an impeccable suit and a calm voice, he seemed convincing. And people believed him.
In the courtroom, he stared at me for only two seconds before looking away, as if I were an embarrassment he’d already disposed of.
On the first day of the hearing, Harper sat next to me and my lawyer.
Her feet weren’t touching the ground.
Her hands were clasped in her lap.
That cautious attitude broke my heart.
