When Jason died, my world didn’t just collapse—it crumbled piece by piece. But what shook me most wasn’t the grief of his loss. It was the cruelty that followed.
I expected to grieve with my family. Instead, I had to defend my children and our home against someone who was supposed to be supporting us—his mother.
We were a family—even …
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