My MIL Snuck My Son Out at Night – I Was Horrified When I Discovered Her Shocking Plan!

My MIL Took My Son from the House at Night – I Nearly Fainted When I Learned What She Was Planning

My horror should have ended when I got away from my ex-husband. Rather, it was only the start. I had no idea my ex-mom-in-law’s fascination would lead to the morning that still haunts me when she showed up at our new house. Her treatment of my kid Tyler was unacceptable.

Raising a child alone is akin to an unending marathon. Juggling work, household duties, and raising a child is a big task. Add to that the mother of your ex, who is hellbent on ruining your life? Things get extremely chaotic at that point.

She did something last month that forced me to call 911.

Tyler, my ten-year-old son, and I share our comfortable small home. Although it’s not fancy, it’s ours. I purchased it immediately following my divorce from Billy, thanks to some astute financial decisions I had made. Who knew those would be the keys to my liberation?

I had known Billy for around fifteen years. I had known him then to be a gentle, caring man who held women in high regard.

It wasn’t until things started to go south between us that I realized how good of a man his mother, Valerie, had nurtured.

Billy lost his job in finance and was unable to find another that would pay him the same, which is when it all began. That truly was a life-altering event for him. He would spend the whole night gambling away our money. I tried talking some sense into him one day.

“Why don’t you accept one of those job offers, Billy?” I made a gentle inquiry. “I know the pay isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing, right?”

He yelled at me, “I told you I don’t want to settle for less!” And, hey, did I ask for your advice? Please stop pestering me with your unwelcome job advice appointments. Find another thing to do, please!”

That’s only a small sample of the issues I faced. However, I persisted in providing him opportunities in the hopes that he would change his behavior. Seeing the man I loved become this wretched, furious person broke my heart.

Then came the day I came to terms with the fact I could no longer stay with that man. in particular not with Tyler present.

When I got home from work on a Thursday night, Billy wasn’t there, as I recall. I assumed he was in the club or the casino like he usually was.

“Where’s Daddy?” As I was putting Tyler to bed, he inquired.

Though it pained me to lie to him, what could I say?

“He’s out for some work, honey,” Unable to meet my son’s eyes, I lied.

But Tyler is no fool.

“At Work? Tyler remarked, “But you mentioned Daddy doesn’t work anymore.” “I don’t think he’s at work.”

“Tomorrow, my love, we’ll discuss this,” I stroked his hair. “Now c’mon, it’s time to sleep.”

I went from Tyler’s room to mine in order to get some much-needed sleep. However, I heard muted noises as I got closer.

It was alright that I could hear Billy’s voice. However, I then heard a female voice. in my own sleeping quarters.

I won’t describe in detail what I noticed when I pulled open that door. To put it mildly, it was the last straw.

Billy wasn’t merely lying. He showed no regard for my fatherhood or me at all. When their spouse and child are present, who brings their mistress home? Who is this man? A man who doesn’t give a damn.

To cut a long tale short, I filed for divorce from Billy the day after I left him. He didn’t even try to pursue visitation or custody rights.

We stayed at a friend’s house after leaving the house until I located our current home and moved here. Billy’s property is roughly two hours distant, and I had imagined Tyler and I would live here in peace. But no, no.

One individual was determined to be a part of our lives: Valerie, Billy’s mother.

It wasn’t until she appeared at our door that I realized she had been pursuing us. After only two days at the new house, I heard the dreaded knock.

When I opened the door, her nicely styled gray hair met my eyes. Valerie, my ex-MIL, was determined to ruin our life.

“Oh, poor Margaret! She chirped, as if showing up without warning was the most common thing ever. “I’m here to see my grandson.”

I forced a smile and said, “Come in, Valerie.” But please, don’t go too long. Dinner was about to be served.”

She walked effortlessly passed me and into the living room.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding,” she responded. “It’s quaint.”

I corrected the topic and stated, “Tyler’s in his room.” “I’ll get him.”

Valerie turned to face me, though, before I could move. I had never seen her expression like that before.

“Margaret, we really ought to discuss Billy,” she started. “You shouldn’t have left him like that.”

My cheeks were burning with rage.

“That’s none of your business, Valerie. I’m not dating Billy anymore.”

“However, I’m concerned about Tyler,” she continued. A boy requires his dad. By preventing him from seeing his family, you are acting selfishly.”

And that was all. I was done.

“Egocentric? In our own house, your son betrayed me! He wasted our money on gambling and never even contested custody. He is the one behaving egotistical, if anyone.”

“Now, Margaret—”

“No, Valerie,” I interrupted her. “You should go now. It’s time. You are not a part of the new life Tyler and I are beginning.”

My hands trembling, I turned the lock and virtually shoved her out the door.

However, it didn’t end there. Valerie was persistent, oh no. She continued to mail letters, make calls, and send texts.

She would beg, “Let me see Tyler.” “He needs his grandmother.”

I returned her letters, deleted her communications, and ignored her. But she would not give up.

It was tiresome to always be watching my back and wondering when she would appear. I felt terrified, angry, and tired. What if she made an absurd attempt?

I had no idea that my darkest nightmares were going to materialize.

A few months had passed since I had stopped communicating with Valerie. I didn’t mind that Billy hadn’t made an effort.

I was excited when I got up on a Saturday morning. Tyler and I were going to the park and then maybe have some burgers. A pleasant, typical day spent with my boy.

After stretching, I went to Tyler’s room down the hall.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” I pushed open his door and shouted out.

There was nothing on the bed.

“Tyler?” I yelled again, more loudly.

I then looked in the living room, the bathroom, and underneath his bed. Nothing. He was not present.

My heart was thumping fiercely against my chest.

How far away was he? I pondered. Had he gone foraging during the night? No way would my boy act in such a way.

It dawned on me then that I should examine the security cameras. With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and looked at last night’s video. I was astounded by what I saw there.

Valerie was entering our home covertly in the wee hours. She lingered inside for a few moments and then carried my son, who was asleep, out the front door.

How was she able to enter? I pondered. What did she intend to do?

When I tried to call Valerie, her number went directly to voicemail. I then furiously texted, asking, “Where’s Tyler? Return him immediately!”

Not a reply.

That’s when I made my 911 call. I had run out of options.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“My son,” I mumbled. “He was taken in the middle of the night by my ex-mother-in-law. It’s captured on camera for me.”

Ma’am, please try not to panic. I would like your address, please.”

I listed our location and said, “Please go quickly. I have no idea what plans she has.”

Something was on the table when I hung up. It was a missive written in Valerie’s pen.

It said, “IN 2 HOURS, YOUR SON WILL BE MINE FOREVER.”

I grasped the counter to keep myself from falling in, my knees giving way. What was the meaning conveyed by her? To what destination was she leading him?

As I waited for the police to arrive, I paced the living room. By then, I was out of breath. couldn’t focus clearly. All I knew was that before it was too late, I had to get my son back.

I’ll never forget the horror that engulfed me in those seconds. I still don’t know how I managed to prevent myself from totally collapsing.

My mind was racing with terrible possibilities as the seconds passed.

What was meant by “mine forever”? Was she going to take him out of the country? Even though Billy had expressed no desire to become a father, should you take him to him?

I struggled to maintain my composure as I gave the police the message and explained everything when they eventually came.

Thank God, they started looking for her phone right away and took it seriously.

The police obtained a lead just when I thought things could go any worse. Someone had seen Valerie’s automobile close to the local cemetery. Our residence was around 20 kilometers away.

How in the world is Valerie there with Tyler? I pondered.

The policemen took me to the graveyard in no time at all. Upon there, I noticed Valerie and Tyler next to a tombstone, with Tyler appearing to be dozing off. She was speaking softly to him.

“Tyler!” I let out a scream and leaped off the car before it came to a complete halt.

Valerie jerked her head upright. She felt enraged.

She yelled, “No!” “He needs to be with his daddy!”

I had the cops immediately behind me. Before Valerie could take any further action, they grabbed her, and I sobbed in relief as I gathered Tyler into my arms.

Valerie continued to murmur as they took her away about how Billy “wanted his son back.”She had obviously long since lost contact with reality.

I promised that day that I would never again allow Valerie to clean my son. Even though she’s in detention right now, I can’t shake the recollection of that morning.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel completely secure again.