After my son James married Hailey, he asked for space. I gave it to him, even when it meant spending birthdays and holidays alone. For two years, I waited—texted, called, hoped—but heard nothing back. I blamed myself, thinking maybe I’d overstepped or said the wrong thing. But the truth was far more painful,
A message from Hailey’s former best friend changed everything. She sent me screenshots showing how Hailey had manipulated James—convincing him I was toxic, overbearing, and trying to control his life. My own child had been turned against me with lies.