The judge barely spared her a glance.
“Sit down, or you’ll be held in contempt.”
Inga’s chest heaved. “I took care of them! I gave them everything!
And this is how they repay me?!”
Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We don’t owe you anything. Not anymore.”
The judge’s verdict was swift.
Case dismissed.
And then? A formal warning against Inga for harassment.
Inga lost, and we won. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a real win.
I guess that was because Inga still knew our address, and she could still show up to our house or go to Leo’s school to meet him.
The following day, I told Max something he wasn’t expecting.
“We’re moving. For good this time.”
“What?” he blurted out. “Moving again?”
“That’s the only way to ensure your mother stays away from us,” I said, picking up my phone.
I called our real estate agent and told him we needed to move somewhere else.
Somewhere far away from this place.
Three weeks later, we settled into a beautiful house in a quiet, welcoming neighborhood. Leo laughed more, slept better, and finally felt safe.
Max, too, seemed lighter, especially when he received an unexpected call from a top firm in the area with a brilliant job offer.
For the first time in years, I felt truly free. And this time, Inga had no way of finding us.
Sometimes, family isn’t about blood.
It’s about boundaries.
Sometimes, cutting off toxic people isn’t cruel. It’s survival.
You see, some people will never respect your peace, and when that happens, you have to choose yourself.
Source: amomama
