Last night my son h!t me and I didn’t cry. This morning I got out the nice tablecloth, served breakfast like on special occasions, and when he came downstairs smiling he said, “So you finally learned your lesson”… until he saw who was waiting for him at my table
“I didn’t hit her,” Ethan snapped. “It was an argument.”
“You hit her.”
“It was just a shove.”
“You hit her.”
Ethan laughed bitterly, turning to me.
“So now you’re bringing him into this?”
“I called him because I realized I can’t handle this alone anymore.”
That made him pause.
Michael pulled out the first document.
“This is a request for a temporary protection order. Not filed yet. That depends on what you do today.”
Another paper.
“This cuts off your access to her money. No cards, no accounts, no car.”
Another.
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