My Terrifying Car Chase Experience
One of the scariest and most helpless mothering experiences of my life
It started with an urgent text from my oldest son, who was then fourteen.
My son had been at his father’s for his joint custodial time, but considering the urgency of these texts, and the history of abuse from this man, I knew I couldn’t just ignore my son’s pleas. I had to at least somehow make a wellness check, and find out what was happening, even though, by law, I wasn’t supposed to have him on this day.
My son texted me shortly after and told me that he had snuck out while his dad was on the phone in his office, and had run away. He said he was aimlessly walking the streets if I didn’t come, that he wasn’t going back to his dad’s and that he’d sleep out there.
I told him I would meet him somewhere public, with the idea, that again, I was going to do a wellness check, find out what was really going on, and access my actions from there. I wasn’t ‘taking’ him without a legal reason. His father would nail me over big time in court if I did that. He’s scary, has the money, and would go as far as to claim, kidnap, and try to…
