But the real blow to me was the email correspondence I had with my family lawyer.
‘As we have discussed, my son Nolan agrees that his wife Emma cannot be Ethan’s primary caregiver,’ Ruth wrote. ‘She is too tired to argue and this is working in our favour. Soon Ethan will be where he belongs: with me.’
My husband was aware of it, too. I didn’t even understand how or why. We were struggling, but for first-time parents, we were doing fine.
My first impulse was to destroy everything or set it on fire right there in his pristine bathroom. Instead, with trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and took pictures of every page. I needed proof.
I was just coming back into the living room when Nolan and Ruth returned from the shop. My whole body shook with rage as I pulled out the envelope and slammed it on the dining room table.
‘What’s this?’ I exclaimed.
Nolan turned pale. ‘Where did you find this?’
Ruth ran in after him. Come on, Emma, let me explain. It’s all for Ethan’s good.’
‘For his own good?’ I laughed, but it was more like a sob. ‘You mean your own good. You’ve been planning this for months, haven’t you?’
‘Emma, you have to understand,’ Nolan stammered. It was just a precaution, in case you didn’t get better.’
‘Get better? I turned to him, raising my voice. ‘Get better at what? Being a young mother? How could you? Were you really going to let your mother take our son?’
Nolan’s next words shattered what was left of our marriage.
‘Come on, Emma,’ he sighed. ‘I don’t think we thought it through when you got pregnant. We’re too young for that. You don’t even pay attention to me anymore. Having Mum raise Ethan makes sense, and we’ll be able to focus on each other.’
‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘Are you really that selfish? You don’t get enough attention and you decided to take my baby away from me!’
‘Emma, don’t shout,’ Ruth scolded me. ‘You’ll wake the baby. See? You’re too emotional to be a mother. Focus on being a good wife first, and then we can talk about visits.’
I had no more words, though my feelings raged like never before. If I’d been a dragon, I would have burned her house down. But I took a deep breath, concentrating on appearing calm and collected when I finally spoke.
‘You’re not going to get away with this.’
And I ran to the room where Ethan was still sleeping, picked him up in my arms, and headed for the door. Ruth tried to block my way.
‘Emma, you’re hysterical. You can’t take this baby. We’ll call the police,’ she threatened, taking Ethan away.
I moved away from her. Don’t you dare touch him! I grabbed my nappy bag and purse. ‘Call the police and I’ll tell them how you tried to steal a baby from its mother! We’ll see whose side they’re on.’
At the door, I turned and gave my soon-to-be ex-husband a sizzling look, ‘Stay away from us.’
With those words, I carefully, but as quickly as I could, left that house and drove straight to my friend Angelina’s house. Thankfully, Ethan was sleeping peacefully in his car seat, unaware that his whole world had just changed.
That night, after crying on Angelina’s shoulder and putting Ethan to bed in the spare room, I started making phone calls. I found a family law attorney and emailed her the photos I’d taken of Ruth’s paperwork.
The following weeks were brutal. The many legal meetings and court hearings only increased my anxiety. Fortunately, the police never intervened.
But Ruth and her lawyers tried to claim that I was just a concerned grandmother. She probably didn’t expect my representative to use all the records and photos she had collected to prove that her intentions were nothing more than manipulation.
Moreover, when he was questioned, Nolan acted like a child, admitting that he did whatever his mother wanted him to do. Once the judge heard this, he realised the truth.
So not only did Ruth lose any chance of getting custody, but at my lawyer’s insistence, she got a restraining order. She can’t come within 500 feet of me or Ethan.
I filed for divorce from Nolan a week after the custody agreement was reached. The agreement only gave him the right to supervised visitation with the kids. He didn’t even object. I guess he knew he didn’t stand a chance after everything that had happened before.
Now Ethan and I are back in our home and making it our own again. To get rid of the painful memories, I painted the walls new colours, rearranged all the furniture and started life all over again.
I still get tired sometimes, but what mother doesn’t? Plus, I feel so much better now that I don’t have to deal with a useless husband and an intriguing mother-in-law.
And when the days seem endless, I remember Ethan’s sweet smile as he looks at me, his mum, and that’s all I need to keep going.