I thought I married a calm, dependable man. That illusion shattered the day I came home early and found out Travis had kicked my 17-year-old son, Caleb, out of the house.
Caleb’s father died years ago, and trusting again wasn’t easy. Travis had always been distant with him—but while I was away, he threw him out and partied like nothing happened.
To teach him a lesson, I staged a fake arrest with a friend and demanded $15,000 for “bail.” Travis panicked and paid. The next day, I filed for divorce.
Now Caleb and I live in a small apartment, rebuilding our lives. I gave him the money to make up for what he endured. When he told me, “Thanks for finding me,” I knew I’d always fight for my child—no matter what.