I’d get one too.
Now that I had her full legal information, I decided something important:
If Lorraine wanted custody, then she could also face responsibility.
I filed for full legal guardianship.
And retroactive child support.
Not out of revenge.
But because the truth mattered.
I had raised those girls since birth.
The courtroom process was brutal.
Her attorneys showed up in expensive suits with smug expressions.
They claimed I was emotionally manipulating the twins.
They said I was too young.
Too unstable.
Too controlling.
They even suggested I had intentionally kept the girls away from their mother.
It took every ounce of strength I had not to explode.
But I stayed calm.
I brought evidence.
School paperwork.
Medical records.
Emergency room receipts from the night Ellen had a febrile seizure at 2 a.m.
Neighbors testified.
Teachers testified.
Even Miss Carol — the elderly daycare manager — told the judge I was: “the most devoted single parent she’d ever met.”
Then the judge privately asked the twins what they wanted.
There was no hesitation.
No confusion.
They chose me.
The Judge’s Decision Changed Everything
In the end, the judge ruled completely against Lorraine.
The twins were mine.
