…I called my friend, a cop, and asked him to pay my house a visit during one of my husband’s wild parties.
They arrived with lights flashing, sirens blaring, and let’s just say—it got everyone’s attention.
Turns out, he’d been doing more than just partying. There were illegal substances involved, and a few of his so-called “buddies” had active warrants. My husband was arrested on the spot.
I bailed him out the next morning—just long enough to hand him divorce papers in front of everyone at the station.
As for my son, we got him home, safe and sound. He’s doing better now. And me? I got full custody of everything… including the house he partied in.
Lesson learned: Never mess with a mom on a mission.
