She Almost Took Him Back — But I’d Seen His True Colors
Weeks later, a letter came from a lawyer. He wanted partial custody. We fought with everything: shelter records, medical notes, testimonies. The judge allowed only supervised visits. Even then, Howard snapped at JJ, and the visits were stopped immediately.
Little by little, Tasha healed. She found work, saved money, and rediscovered herself. Eventually, Howard moved out of state and vanished from her life. The day she signed the lease on her own apartment, she cried — not from fear, but freedom. She finally understood what I had prayed she’d learn:
