Cutting ties with family members is never an easy decision, but sometimes it becomes the only reasonable thing to do. I want to share a story with you, a story of a traumatizing experience that no one could have prepared me for.
It started like any other day. I was at the office, trying to find some missing files, when my phone began to ring. It was my eight-year-old son Luke, who was supposed to be at school at the time. Looking at my phone, I noticed that he had called me 10 times before, and in that moment, I knew something was very wrong.
Filled with worry, I hurried to call him back, and my heart sank when I heard him say, “Daddy, please come home! Mom is crying…”
“Slow down, buddy. What’s happening?” I asked, trying to remain calm.
“Daddy, I don’t know what to do. I just came home and now I hear mom crying in her room!”
“Why didn’t you go into her room?” I questioned.
“I’m too scared to go inside. I hear other voices in there!”
“Okay, okay! Stay in your room. Lock the door! I’ll call your mom,” I reassured him, desperately trying not to panic.
I attempted to call my wife, but the call went straight to voicemail. This was unusual for her, as she always answered my calls. My anxiety grew even stronger. I quickly grabbed my keys and dialed 911 as I rushed out of the office.
Unaware of what could be happening, I couldn’t wait to get home.
When I arrived, the police hadn’t arrived yet, but I couldn’t wait for them. I had to enter the room and make sure my wife was safe. I was ready to face whatever situation or whoever was inside.
With a powerful kick, I swung the door open, only to find that my wife wasn’t there. Instead, it was her sister, Diana, having “fun” with two men.
At that moment, my wife Nikkie entered the room with the police right behind her. When she saw her sister, she was horrified.
“Diana?! What the heck?!” Nikkie blurted out.
My sister-in-law, wrapped in expensive sheets, pretended as though she hadn’t done anything wrong. “I thought no one would be home. Just having a bit of fun, that’s all,” she said.
Diana was married, but she believed our home would be the perfect place for her extramarital encounters. She had a key that Nikkie had once given her, and she thought no one would be at home.
However, that day Luke wasn’t feeling well, and one of his teachers was kind enough to drive him home before informing Nikkie. Nikkie then arranged to have the rest of her day off from work. The teacher believed Luke would be safe at home until his mom arrived, and although he was supposed to be safe, this incident scared him for life.
Luke couldn’t stop hugging his mom, asking if she was safe.
“My boy was traumatized. Honestly, so was I,” I wrote.
“So, Mom wasn’t in danger?” Luke asked.
“No, my boy. It was just Aunt Diana being funny. But don’t worry because we won’t be seeing her again anytime soon.”
I gave Nikkie a serious look, and she nodded in agreement. That’s when we decided to cut ties with Diana.
I also felt it was important to inform Diana’s husband about her actions, so I sent him a warning text. I believed he had the right to know what his wife was doing.
What are your thoughts on this story? How would you react?
