Their relationship never returned to what it had been.
Good.
Before, my husband called her every morning.
Afterward, once a week.
Then twice.
Then ordinary contact developed again slowly.
No access to our daughter without permission.
No surprise visits.
No decisions through guilt.
His mother complained:
“I have to ask for everything now.”
He said:
“Yes.”
“I’m your mother.”
“Yes.”
“That used to mean something.”
“It still does. It doesn’t mean access without asking.”
That distinction became the central reform of their relationship.
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