You made it explicitly clear that I should take him and run. That you're a monster and shouldn't be around our son. I had so many chances to listen to you. I almost made it too. But you wouldn't stop. Calling, ringing, pinging. You projected your fears then made them my reality. You ripped our son both from my arms, and away from his primary attachment. You're so worried about being seen as a good mom, you're failing to be a competent one. People make mistakes. Narcissists cant admit theirs. Yet still I miss you. Still I want you. But I can never forgive you for hurting him. I know you recast me. And I hope he sees you for who you are before he gets as deep as I am. I have no option but to feel this. I can't make the mistake of trusting someone like you again. The irony of all of this, I never would have gained the knowledge I needed to see you, if you had never projected your narcissism onto me. You worried so much about turning out like your mom. But she's wonderful. A little flaky, but wonderful. You should have spent more time worrying about ending up like your dad. The person you have no contact with. Our son will get there. Just wait.

Ps You can't forward face a 14 month old, and no carseat can be used after an accident. It's common knowledge. For real parents.