The breaking point came when Ursula and her mother, Julie, showed up at my house uninvited. Without hesitation, they told me it “only made sense” for me to hand over one of my babies to Ursula since I was having two. I stayed calm.
Instead of exploding, I looked Ursula in the eye and said, “Sure, I’ll agree… but only if you become a surrogate for my future dog. Natural birth, no epidural, breastfeeding included.”
They were horrified. I then made it clear: these children are mine, and if they came near me again uninvited, I’d file a restraining order.
After they left, I texted Stan: “Your fiancée and her mother just demanded one of my twins. If it happens again, I’ll go to court for full custody and you’ll be limited to supervised visits.”
He never responded. Soon after, I spoke to a lawyer who explained that if I moved before giving birth, custody would be determined in my new state.
That was enough for me. I packed up and quietly relocated three hours away. For a while, it was peaceful.
Then Ursula tracked me down again—this time at my workplace, a learning center for toddlers. She slashed my tires, smashed car windows, and even shattered classroom windows while screaming, “You stole my life!” The police arrested her on the spot. She was charged with criminal damage, trespassing, and child endangerment.
I immediately filed for an order of protection, which the judge granted without hesitation. I also filed one against Stan for enabling her behavior. Afterward, I moved again—this time across the country with my mother.
Despite Ursula and Stan trying to contact me through fake accounts and messages, I pressed charges again, and more restraining orders followed. Now, sitting in my new apartment, everything feels surreal—like a bad dream I left behind. There are no late-night texts, no intrusive footsteps outside, no one trying to dictate how I live.
Just me, my peace, and the two babies growing inside me. They’ll be here soon. I haven’t chosen their names yet, but I know one thing for sure: they’ll have my last name.
And that’s what matters most.
