Five weeks after my son was born, I was exhausted but bonded with him. When my husband Juan said his mother wanted a full day alone with the baby, I hesitated. He said I was selfish and that Ruth just wanted “grandma time.” But my son was exclusively breastfed and never away from me.
The pressure increased. Ruth called, demanding I “get him used to bottles” before her visit, speaking harshly. When I voiced concerns, she called me clingy and unstable. Juan defended her. Doubting myself, I gave in.
That night, I overheard Juan whispering: “Once you have him, she won’t know where to find him. Martindale is perfect.” My heart froze. They planned to take my son away forever. I recorded the call.
By morning, I packed, took my children, and went to a lawyer. I filed for an emergency restraining order and divorce. Ruth never had her day alone. My son is safe with me.
