My Daughter Mentioned ‘Her Other Mom and Dad’—I Wasn’t Ready for What Came Next
We were driving home from preschool when she said it. Her shoes were off, fruit snack on her leggings, staring out the window. Then came the bomb:“Mom Lizzie says you’re the evil one. She’s the kind mom.”My fingers went white on the wheel, but I stayed calm.At my mom’s house, while Tess napped, I checked the nanny cam I’d hidden months ago just in case.
And there it was. Lizzie on my couch, Daniel’s hand on her arm, a kiss on her temple. Not a surprise, but still a gut punch.I didn’t rage. I took screenshots. Then I drove to print them. By morning, I’d contacted a lawyer.Two days later, Daniel got the envelope. He called, full of excuses. I hung up. Then blocked him.The divorce was quick. No drama, no custody war. I let him go, and let Tess love who she loved, even if it hurt.
