He called Kelly and put it on speaker.
“Mom, what were you thinking?” he demanded the moment she answered. “Lauren told me everything.”
“Oh, I see,” Kelly replied. “She’s turning you against me now.”
“I heard the recording myself,” Jordan said.
“You brought a stranger into our home while you were supposed to be watching Lily. After I told you not to.”
“I was lonely!” Kelly protested, her voice rising. “Greg is just a friend!”
“You left Lily in her crib with a soaked diaper while you were having wine with some man we’ve never met.”
“You’re overreacting!
Lily’s rash is practically healed because of me; because I take such good care of her! If your wife was at home, caring for your child like she’s supposed to—”
“Don’t,” Jordan warned.
“I’m sorry, Mom, but we can’t trust you anymore. We’ll find other childcare arrangements.”
“You can’t mean that!” Kelly cried.
“She’s my granddaughter!”
“And she’s our daughter,” Jordan replied.
He ended the call then and immediately called a locksmith.
“Just to be safe,” he said as the man changed all our locks.
“Do you think we did the right thing?” I asked softly as we lay in bed that night.
Jordan was quiet for a long moment.
“Yes,” he finally said. “My mom crossed a line. If she thought she could treat our house like a social club and our daughter as an afterthought, she was dead wrong.”
I reached for his hand in the darkness, squeezing it tightly.
We’d have to figure out childcare all over again.
But as I drifted off to sleep, one thing was certain: no amount of free babysitting was worth the cost of our daughter’s wellbeing, or our peace of mind.
Source: amomama
