I’m sharing this in case someone out there needs to know they aren’t alone.
I never had a strong bond with my mom. When I got pregnant at 28, I hoped the baby might change that. At first, she seemed attentive—bringing casseroles, driving me to appointments—but soon it became clear: it wasn’t about me or my child. She framed my pregnancy as her “second chance.”
After an emergency C-section, I woke to an empty room. My mother had taken my newborn, claiming I’d signed temporary guardianship—though I hadn’t. The hospital and police couldn’t help without a court order. She spread lies, calling me unfit, while I was still recovering.
A social worker revealed she had a history of child neglect. My partner and I hired an attorney, gathered evidence, and fought for my son. The court granted me full custody, limiting her to supervised visits. Holding my baby after weeks apart was overwhelming—relief, love, and exhaustion all at once.
I realized I was stronger than I knew. My relationship with my mother is broken, but I have my son, my partner, and a chosen circle of family who truly show up.
The lessons are clear: your voice matters. Your story matters. Love isn’t always what it seems. Protect yourself and your children, and reach out—you are not alone.
