I had to make a choice for my son.
Those words pierced through me. In that moment, it wasn’t just me he was attacking—it was my baby, the most precious part of my life. My chest tightened, tears blurred my vision, and I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. That night, I packed my things, gathered my son into my arms, and walked out. I made a promise to myself that my father would no longer be part of our lives.
