When Blair and Rob got divorced two years before, she thought that she had gotten out of her personal hell and found freedom. But when her ex-husband calls her with an offer that she can’t refuse because of their daughter, Lily… Blair has some big decisions to make.
When I divorced Rob two years ago, I thought I had finally gotten rid of him. I remember the day like it was yesterday.
Sitting in the courtroom with my lawyer’s voice droning on as the judge granted me full custody of our daughter, Lily, who was only four at the time. I walked out of there with nothing but a beat-up suitcase and the freedom I had been craving for years. And most importantly, our daughter with me.
A smiling woman in a courtroom | Source: Midjourney
Rob was a controlling, manipulative man, and had this knack for turning everything I did into some sort of flaw.
But I was free, finally.
I moved into a little rental apartment, and Lily and I started to build a new life. It wasn’t perfect, and kind of run-down, but it was ours. For the first time in a long time, I could breathe.
“It’s nice, Mom,” Lily said one morning when I gave her some jam on toast.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
“What’s nice, darling?” I asked.
“This,” she said, waving her arms around. “Living here with only you. Dad was too angry all the time.”
My heart melted. We didn’t have much, but at least my child was at peace, too.
“I know, honey, but in this home, there’s no room for anger. Okay?” I said.
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
She grinned at me and nodded, licking the jam off her fingers.
But then, our lives took a bit of an unexpected turn.
A few months ago, Rob reappeared. At first, it was the usual stuff that I had expected after I got full custody of our daughter. He would call to ask about Lily, send over a takeout dinner that he knew we’d like, and sometimes there would be a random text asking if I needed help with something.
A man holding takeout | Source: Midjourney
I ignored most of it, thinking that he would eventually move on. But then, he made me an offer that, on the surface, seemed impossible to refuse.
“I want to buy you a house. For you and Lily, Blair,” he said one day over the phone. “It’ll be in your name, of course. But Lily deserves a real home, not some rental that won’t ever be home.”
I should have known better than to trust Rob. I mean, I did know better. But a house? For Lily?
A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
As problematic as Rob was, he was offering us a stable place where she could grow up, close to her school, with a backyard to run around in.
How could I ignore that?
The idea was hard to turn down, especially since he was offering it with no strings attached.
At least, that’s what he said.
A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney
So, Rob bought the house. And it was beautiful. It was exactly what I wanted for Lily. It was close to her school, as Rob promised. It had a huge yard and enough space for us to grow into. For a little while, it seemed like maybe Rob had changed.
Maybe he really just wanted to do something good for his daughter.
Or that was what I told myself, anyway.
A front view of a house | Source: Midjourney
But of course, that’s when things started to change.
First, it was the keys.
Rob had a set, which he justified by saying he needed to “check up on the place” while we were out.
“Look, Blair,” he said. “Wouldn’t you like to know that the basic maintenance of the house is taken care of? And you wouldn’t even have to worry about paying for it. I’ll take care of the dishwasher, I know it’s broken.”
A man fixing a dishwasher | Source: Midjourney
At first, I didn’t think too much of it. But then, the “check-ups” started happening more frequently. I’d come home to find things rearranged, books on the shelves moved, dishes stacked differently, even Lily’s toys lined up in some creepy, orderly fashion.
Then came the notes.
Suddenly, there were little Post-its left all over the house, criticizing how I was keeping it.
“The floors could use a mop.”
“The garden is looking untidy and overgrown.”
Post-its on a fridge | Source: Midjourney
And then he began commenting on my dating life, leaving notes about how “disrespectful” it was to have male friends over while Lily was home. It felt like he was in my space even when he wasn’t there.
But the final straw? The cleaning schedule he drew up.
How could I forget the day when I came home to find the cleaning schedule taped to the fridge? It was color-coded, with specific times for when I should clean the windows, vacuum, and dust the house. All down to the hour. Completely ignoring my job.
A cleaning schedule on a fridge | Source: Midjourney
There were even instructions for how often Lily and I should shower to “maintain the house’s cleanliness.”
“What the actual heck, Rob?” I muttered as I removed the schedule from the fridge and began to make grilled chicken and veggies for our dinner.
“What’s that?” Lily asked as she came into the kitchen and saw me tearing the schedule.
A platter of grilled chicken and veggies | Source: Midjourney
“Dad left a schedule behind for us. To clean,” I said.
“Eww,” she giggled. “Why do we have to listen to Dad?”
“We don’t, darling girl,” I said, giving her a glass of chocolate milk.
But on the inside, I was livid. I couldn’t wait for Lily to go outside and play on the swing set so that I could call Rob and give him a piece of my mind.
A little girl playing on a swing | Source: Midjourney
“What the hell is this, Rob?” I demanded, holding the phone so tightly I thought it might crack.
He was annoyingly calm.
“I’m just trying to help you keep the place in good condition,” he said, that smug tone I hated creeping into his voice.
“You wouldn’t want it to fall apart, right?”
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
I wanted to scream. He was doing it again. I hung up instead.
Things only got worse.
Rob started calling more often, asking invasive questions about my schedule.
“Why aren’t you home yet?” he’d ask if I was out with friends.
“Why isn’t Lily in bed?” he’d call and demand if she was up past her usual bedtime.
A man talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
I knew he was watching us somehow, but I couldn’t prove it. Every time I brought it up, he’d claim that he had security cameras outside for Lily’s safety.
Classic Rob, always finding a way to spin things in his favor.
Then, one afternoon, Lily came home after a weekend with Rob. Despite having full custody, I still wanted my daughter to have some sort of relationship with her father. When she was older, she could decide what she wanted to do about him.
A little girl holding her father’s hand | Source: Midjourney
But on that afternoon, Lily looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear.
“Daddy says that the house isn’t safe,” she said. “He said that it would be better to live with him.”
I couldn’t breathe. That was it. Rob was trying to turn my own daughter against me, using her to undermine me, just like he always had. But this time, I wasn’t going to let him win.
A close up of a little girl | Source: Midjourney
I called my lawyer the next day, hoping there was some way to stop Rob from pulling the stunts he was pulling. That’s when I learned the most beautiful piece of information:
Although Rob bought the house, it was in both our names. Legally, it was just as much mine as it was his.
That’s when my plan started to form.
First, I repainted the entire house. Not just any color, but a shade of purple that Rob would despise. The second he saw it, he called me, fuming.
A woman painting the walls purple | Source: Midjourney
“What the hell did you do to the walls?” he screamed.
“I’m redecorating,” I said. “Lily wanted purple.”
I could almost hear him grinding his teeth.
Next, I filled the garden with plants he was allergic to, tons of them. Lavender, ragweed, you name it.
A pot plant of lavender | Source: Midjourney
I made sure that if he ever dared to show up unannounced again, his nose would punish him for it.
But my favorite part?
I turned the garage into an art studio. It was something I had always wanted, a place to paint, draw, and create, which is what I looked for after lecturing Art History at the university.
Rob always hated my art. He said that it was a “waste of time.” Well, not anymore.
An art studio | Source: Midjourney
My ex-husband lost his mind when he saw the changes. He tried to intimidate me, throwing out empty threats about taking me to court.
But I already knew that everything I did was within my legal right.
His control was slipping.
Then came the final move. After saving up for months, I put the house on the market. The day it sold, I told Rob. But it was too late for him to do anything.
An angry man | Source: Midjourney
“You destroyed everything, Blair,” he shouted.
“Good. That’s what I wanted,” I said.
With the money from the sale, I bought a new place, one that was completely mine. Mine and Lily’s.
We moved in last month, and I haven’t heard from him since.
I think I finally have my freedom.
A mom and daughter duo having a picnic | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
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