My Own Son Looked Me In The Eye And Said He Wants To Be Raised By His Grandparents

After that, I knew something had to change. It was no longer about saving our marriage for ourselves, but about creating a safe childhood for our son.

I carefully convinced my husband that we needed counseling. He showed resistance at first, claiming it was a waste of time. But I brought the conversation back to the painful words from our child. But when I reminded him what our son had said, when I told him flat-out that we were on the verge of losing him emotionally, he agreed. Reluctantly. The fear of truly losing our son was a powerful force.

The initial first few sessions were rough. We sat in uncomfortable chairs, arms crossed, talking about the same arguments we had at home. The change wasn’t instant, but little by little, things started to shift. We weren’t instantly perfect or magically healed, but we started listening more, snapping less.

For a time, it felt like progress was being made.

The Unexpected Twist

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