I believed I had married a reliable, trustworthy man—but that illusion crumbled the day I came home early from Germany.
My 17-year-old son, Caleb, was nowhere to be found.
I eventually discovered him rummaging through trash three blocks away—he was thin, filthy, and clearly frightened.
It turned out Travis, my husband, had thrown him out weeks earlier without ever telling me.
Caleb explained that Travis accused him of being disrespectful, then threatened to lie if he tried reaching out to me.