Five weeks after giving birth, I was tired but deeply connected to my son. When my husband Juan said his mother wanted a whole day with the baby, I hesitated. He told me I was selfish and that Ruth just wanted “grandma time.” But my son was exclusively breastfed and had never been away from me.
The pressure grew. Ruth called, ordering me to “get him used to bottles” before she arrived, her tone sharp. When I expressed worry, she called me clingy and unstable. Juan sided with her. Feeling unsure, I gave in.
That night, I overheard Juan whispering on the phone: “Once you have him, she won’t know where to find him. Martindale is perfect.” My heart stopped. They planned to take my son away forever. I recorded everything.
By morning, I packed, took my children, and went to a lawyer. I filed for an emergency restraining order and divorce. Ruth never got her alone time. My son is safe with me.
