Twelve years after my husband, George, left me with a newborn, he suddenly called, begging to see our daughter. I reluctantly agreed. When my daughter returned from the meeting in tears, I knew something was wrong.
George had abandoned us when our daughter, Jennie, was just a baby, never contacting us again. So, it was shocking to hear his voice saying, “I need to see my daughter. I have terrible news!” He claimed to be terminally ill. Despite my suspicions, I agreed to let Jennie meet him.
At the coffee shop, I waited nervously in the car. Jennie returned crying, saying George needed money for treatment and asked her to steal from me. Furious, I called his friend Frank, who confirmed George wasn’t sick. George was lying to get money.
I devised a plan. I gave Jennie a bottle of laxatives, telling her they were medicine for George, along with a letter threatening legal action if he contacted us again. Jennie gave George the pills and letter, and he disappeared again. Some friends criticized my actions, but I believe I did the right thing to protect my daughter.
