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.
Her feet weren’t touching the floor.
Her hands were folded in her lap.
That careful posture broke my heart.
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