The final straw came when I stopped by to grab Jim’s sports gear and saw their things destroyed — Eva’s makeup bag ripped apart, Jim’s laptop cracked, clothes thrown everywhere. I took photos and later showed them to my kids. They confessed it had been happening for months.When I confronted Helen, she dismissed it, insisting I was overreacting. I told her calmly that Eva and Jim deserved to feel safe and respected, and that I wanted them to live with me full-time. She refused, and even filed for full custody, claiming I was turning the kids against her.
