Being a single mom is like running a never-ending marathon. Work, chores, and raising a kid… it’s a lot to juggle. But throw in an ex’s mother who’s determined to make your life miserable? That’s when things get really crazy.
Last month, she crossed a line that made me dial 911.
I live with my 10-year-old son, Tyler, in our cozy little house. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s ours. I bought it right after splitting from my ex-husband, Billy, thanks to some smart investments I’d made. Who knew those would be my ticket to freedom?
Billy and I had been together for around 15 years. During that time, I had known him to be a kind, compassionate man who respected women a lot.
I always thought his mother, Valerie, had raised a very kind man until things between us began to change.
It all started when Billy lost his job in finance, and couldn’t find one that’d pay him the same. That really turned his life upside down. He’d stay out all night, burning through our savings at casinos. One day, I tried to talk some sense into him.
“Why don’t you accept one of those job offers, Billy?” I asked gently. “I know the pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing, right?”
“I told you I don’t want to settle for less!” he snapped at me. “And did I ask you for advice, huh? Stop bothering me with your unwanted career counseling sessions, alright? Go find something else to do!”
That’s just a taste of what I was dealing with. But I kept giving him chances, hoping he’d snap out of it. My heart ached watching the man I loved turn into this miserable, angry person.
Then came the day when I realized I couldn’t stay with that man anymore. Especially not with Tyler around.
I remember it was a Thursday night, and Billy wasn’t home when I returned from work. I thought he must be at the casino or the club as usual.
“Where’s Daddy?” Tyler asked me as I tucked him to bed.
I hated lying to him, but what could I say?
“He’s out for some work, honey,” I lied, unable to look into my son’s eyes.
Tyler’s no fool, though.
“Work? But you said Daddy doesn’t work anymore,” Tyler said. “I don’t think he’s at work.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, love,” I ran my hand through his hair. “Now c’mon, it’s time to sleep.”
I left Tyler’s room, heading to mine for some much-needed rest. But as I approached, I heard muffled noises.
I heard Billy’s voice and that was okay. But then I heard a woman’s voice. In MY bedroom.
I won’t go into details about what I saw when I opened that door. Let’s just say it was the final straw.
Billy wasn’t just cheating. He had zero respect for me or his role as a father. Who brings their mistress home when their wife and kid are there? A man who doesn’t give a damn, that’s who.
So, long story short, I left Billy the following day and soon sent him the divorce papers. He didn’t even bother fighting for custody or visitation rights.
After leaving the house, we crashed at a friend’s place before I found our current house and moved over here. It’s about two hours away from Billy’s place, and I thought Tyler and I would live here peacefully here. But nope.
There was one person dead set on being part of our lives: Billy’s mother, Valerie.
I had no clue she’d been stalking us until she showed up at our doorstep. We’d barely been in the new place two days when I heard that dreaded knock.