I looked at him for a moment, my eyes stinging. “I never wanted to come between you and your mom,” I said softly. “But I need to know our daughter will grow up feeling safe. Not judged. Not picked apart.”
Jake nodded, no hesitation. “She will. I promise.”
And while it breaks my heart that my daughter might not have a relationship with her grandmother… it breaks it more to think that someday, Sharon might look at her and find something to “fix.”
Not on my watch.







