The cruelest heartbreak
After they took him away, I sat in my living room and stared at the furniture he’d moved, the objects he’d touched.
It all looked normal again.
But the room didn’t feel like mine anymore.
Days later, the police called.
He confessed to everything. The debts. The plan. The manipulation.
I agreed to pay off his debts – not for him, but for the sake of ending it. Then I dropped the charges, on one condition: a restraining order.
I spoke to him one last time.
“I never want to see or hear from you again, Trevor. If you come near me, you’re going to jail. Your father would be heartbroken to see who you’ve become.
You are no longer my son.”
When I hung up, the house was quiet again.
I thought losing my husband was the worst thing life could do to me.
But realizing your own child has been sneaking into your home, rearranging your world, and planning to have you declared insane for money?
That’s a different kind of death entirely.
Topics: True Stories , Family , Crime
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