The endless sea of deeply disturbing name-calling, mostly by his grandmother on his mom’s side, made me empathize with her and her mom.

I knew the man I was. I knew the man I wasn’t.

It was unsettling it was to hear, to say the least. Especially with it coming from my son’s grandmother– a self-proclaimed Christian woman and First Lady of the church. I’m hoping our son can be aware of just in case his behavior starts to show signs of this negative pattern of behavior. Yes, I too, and my family, also have some negative traits I’m aware of and will hope he’s aware of those as well.

I wasn’t a saint but I never called her out of her name or put my hands on her. She was my Queen. Despite us not being married on paper.  I tried everything I could think of to keep our family business private and our integrity intact. She and her family/friends refused to listen to her cries for help let alone hear me out.

Things spiraled out of control so fast. Before I knew it, she and her family were on a full-fledged campaign to defame my character and keep me out of his life.