When I confronted her, she didn’t speak about love or regret. She talked about her “comeback story” and how inspiring it would look to reunite with her daughters. That’s when Ava and Ellen broke, tears streaming down their faces, clinging to me, begging not to be taken away by someone who had abandoned them.
I fought back the right way—quietly, legally, and with proof on my side. I hired a lawyer, collected school records, medical paperwork, receipts—everything showing I had raised them from day one. When the judge asked the twins who they wanted, they didn’t hesitate. They chose me. Lorraine lost. The court ordered child support—a real commitment, not flashy gifts.
For the first time in years, I could breathe. I dropped one job, started night classes, and began rebuilding the future I thought I’d buried forever. Those girls didn’t just need me to survive—they reminded me that I still deserved a life of my own.