When my husband and I left for our honeymoon, I thought leaving my son Oliver with his grandmother Judith was safe. But just four days in, a shaky call from Oliver shattered that belief.
“Mom? Please come home… they said you don’t want me anymore.”
My heart dropped. Oliver said Judith and her friend told him we left because he wasn’t good enough—and that we were finding a better kid.
We rushed home. Judith greeted us like nothing was wrong. I ran upstairs and found Oliver curled up, crying, still in his shoes. He whispered, “She said you left me because I wasn’t perfect.”
That was it. Judith had crossed a line.
Ryan and I made it clear—she would never see our son again. We left and never looked back.
Since then, we’ve wrapped Oliver in nothing but love, safety, and certainty. He never had to question his place in our lives again.
Because real love never makes you feel replaceable. Not for a second.
