As I settled into my new apartment, surrounded by supportive friends and family, I found stability and peace. When I gave birth to a healthy baby girl in February, Ethan’s absence was a stark reminder that he had forfeited his place in our lives through his choices, not mine.
Legal battles over custody reinforced the stability I had built. During hearings, my lawyer presented a clear, documented history of my care and support, highlighting my readiness as a parent.
Ethan’s attempts at manipulation and partial custody claims failed; I was granted full custody, with supervised visitation for him. Over time, life settled into a rhythm of soft laughter, sleepless nights, and small victories. I realized that I wasn’t angry anymore—I was free.
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