Tears And Broken Bonds: The Day My Daughter Forgot Me
<p>Six months had passed since I’d seen my baby girl. I thought about Victoria every day, but I hesitated to call because I’d have to deal with Rebecca, the aunt who had taken my daughter during my mental health crisis. Even though I regretted letting her go, at the time I was in no condition to fight for either of us.</p>
<p>Victoria was only supposed to be with Rebecca for three weeks, but Rebecca and her husband gave my daughter her own room complete with furniture and a big fluffy bed. She sent me pictures of the room as well as Victoria all dressed up in fancier clothes than I could have ever afforded to give her.</p>
<p>Her father, Micah, continued to harass me every day since the day Victoria left. At first, he gloated that more people were “on his side” than on mine, but I let him know I didn’t care and didn’t think it was a competition. Since that tactic didn’t work, he started calling and emailing about how we should team up and get Victoria back.</p>
<p>I tried not to listen to him, but the thought of getting my daughter back was exactly what I wanted, and he knew it. Micah suggested that we would have a better chance if we were under the same roof again, and my heart was so broken that I believed him.</p>
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