I realize I didn’t share the outcome of yesterday so I wanted to come back with an update. Thank you for your comments, even the ones that hurt.
Yesterday felt like a blur. And today I’m just… sitting in it.
He did exactly what he said he was going to do.
Came home. Barked a few orders at the kids. Said something to me—I honestly couldn’t tell you what.
I was already shutting down by then.
He stayed for maybe 15 minutes. No check-in. No presence. Just… a weak attempt at “supervision” before disappearing again.
When I had said earlier, “Come supervise the kids you invited into this house,” his only response was, “They’ll be leaving soon.”
No details. No reassurance. Just another vague statement that left everything on me. So I said “Okay” and hung up.
Some time later, a coach—or maybe another parent from their basketball team—showed up to pick them up. I’m not sure how much time passed, honestly. My sense of time was gone by then. I was running on fumes.
It was disorganized. Awkward.
Those kids aren’t mine.
And I felt weird—unsettled, really—handing them off to an adult I didn’t know, regardless of their connection.
My boyfriend? Nowhere to be found.
I can only assume he communicated with that person.
But who knows. It felt like another reminder that I’m left to “manage” everything while he operates on his own time, on his own terms.
After those kids left, it was just me and my son.
I was completely burnt out.
So I took him to one of the weekend daycare centers we use from time to time. I wanted him somewhere safe. Somewhere he could play and be a kid while I just… decompressed.
I don’t want to be the angry mom.
The mom who’s always yelling. Always overwhelmed.
The one who’s emotionally unavailable because she’s being emotionally abandoned.
So I sat with all of that.
And I started mapping out my exit.
But this time, for real.
— Teyah