No conversation. No therapy. Just an envelope delivered to my office with the documents inside and a sticky note on top: “Please don’t make it difficult.”
That was Caleb, always polite when he wanted to be cruel.
He was also seeking full custody of our ten-year-old daughter, Harper.
In court, he described me as “unstable,” “financially irresponsible,” and “emotionally volatile.”
He painted himself as the calm, organized, and reliable father. With an impeccable suit and a soft voice, he seemed convincing. And people believed him.
In the courtroom, he held my gaze for only two seconds before looking away, as if I were some shameful object he had already discarded.
Harper sat next to me and my lawyer on the first day of the hearing.
