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My Son Became Quiet after Coming Home from School – Then His Classmates Sent Me Videos

Wian Prinsloo
May 15, 2024
06:55 A.M.

We moved to a new city after my husband got a job offer he couldn't refuse. Our son, Mike, who's 9, started at a new school. At first, everything seemed perfect. Mike seemed happy, making new friends. But then things changed.

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Mike became very quiet. I even heard him crying sometimes.

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A sad boy | Source: Pexels

"What's wrong, Mike?" I asked him one evening, as he wiped tears from his cheeks.

"Nothing, Mom," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just miss our old home."

I thought maybe that was it. Moving can be tough on kids. So, I stayed close to him, hugging him, supporting him. But my worry didn't go away.

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A mom and her son talking | Source: Pexels

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One day, I found some of Mike's drawings. They were strange, filled with dark scribbles and figures that looked frightened. His notebooks were torn and messy. My heart sank. Something was very wrong.

Yesterday, when I went to pick him up from school, two of his classmates ran up to me.

"Are you Mike's mom?" one of them asked, out of breath.

"Yes," I said, a bit confused.

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A woman looking at a phone | Source: Unsplash

"You need to see these videos," the other one said, holding up a phone. "Let us send them to you."

I nodded, unsure of what to expect. A few moments later, my phone buzzed with new messages. I opened the first video. What I saw made me speechless. My blood boiled with anger.

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In the video, I saw my husband. He was yelling at Mike, calling him names, belittling him.

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A woman looking at something on a phone | Source: Unsplash

"You'll never be good enough," he sneered. "You're useless!"

Tears streamed down Mike's face in the video. He looked so scared, so alone.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. How could my husband do this? My hands shook as I watched the next video. It was more of the same. My husband's voice was filled with venom, and Mike's small figure trembled with fear.

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"Stop crying!" my husband shouted. "You're pathetic!"

I turned off the phone, unable to watch anymore. I felt like my world was collapsing. How had I not seen this? How had Mike endured this alone?

I looked at the two classmates. They were watching me with worried eyes.

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A woman looking worried | Source: Unsplash

"Thank you for showing me this," I managed to say. "I'll take care of it."

They nodded and walked away, leaving me standing there, feeling like the ground had been pulled out from under me.

When Mike came out of the school, I hugged him tightly. He looked up at me with wide eyes, surprised by my sudden embrace.

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"Mom?" he asked softly.

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A mom hugging her son | Source: Unsplash

"It's going to be okay, Mike," I whispered. "I promise."

He nodded, though he didn't seem convinced. We walked to the car in silence. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next. How could I protect my son? How could I fix this?

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As we drove home, Mike stared out the window, his face a mask of sadness. I felt a surge of determination. I would do whatever it took to make things right.

When we got home, I sat Mike down at the kitchen table.

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A woman and her son at the table | Source: Unsplash

"Mike, I need you to tell me the truth," I said gently. "What's been going on?"

He hesitated, his eyes filling with tears.

"Mom, I didn't want to make things worse," he said, his voice trembling. "Dad said I was bad, that I deserved it."

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My heart broke hearing those words. I pulled him into another hug, holding him close.

"Mike, you don't deserve any of that," I said firmly. "It's not your fault."

He sniffled, nodding against my shoulder.

"I'll take care of it, Mike," I promised. "We'll get through this together."

He looked up at me with a small, hopeful smile.

"Okay, Mom," he whispered. "I trust you."

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A sad boy | Source: Unsplash

As the day of reckoning drew near, I felt a mix of dread and determination. The videos on my phone felt like I was carrying a ticking bomb, one that was set to go off the moment I decided to reveal the truth about my husband and his mistress. Every time I glanced at Mike, my heart ached for the betrayal he felt, not just from a trusted teacher but from his own father too.

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"Mom, why do you look so sad?" Mike asked one morning, his big eyes full of concern.

"I'm just thinking, sweetie," I replied, forcing a smile. "But don't worry. Everything's going to be okay."

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A woman looking stress | Source: Unsplash

The morning I decided to act, the sky was overcast, mirroring the storm inside me. I walked into the principal's office, videos in hand, ready to expose the cruel farce that had masqueraded as education in his school. The principal, a stern-looking man with kind eyes, greeted me with a customary smile that soon faltered when he saw my expression.

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"I have something you need to see, and I believe it requires immediate action," I said, my voice steady despite the shaking of my hands.

He nodded, looking concerned. "What is it, Mrs. Davis?"

I handed him my phone. As the videos played, showing the teacher's mockery and cruelty, the principal’s face turned from concern to horror.

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A hand holding a phone | Source: Unsplash

"This is unacceptable," he gasped, shaking his head. "She will be suspended immediately, pending a thorough investigation."

"I've already sent copies of the videos to the local education authority and several parents," I added.

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He nodded, looking grim. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention. We'll take swift action."

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A couple fighting | Source: Pexels

Next was the confrontation with my husband. Planning it as a surprise "celebration" was the perfect ruse to gather all our friends and family without arousing his suspicion. I watched as he dressed up, humming to himself, oblivious to the storm he was about to walk into.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, smiling.

"You'll see," I replied, keeping my voice light.

The guests arrived, filling our house with chatter and laughter, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my heart. As everyone settled in, I dimmed the lights and turned on the big screen. The room hushed, all eyes fixed on the unfolding scenes of betrayal.

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The first video showed my son, helpless and humiliated, his spirit crushed under the weight of public ridicule. The next were of my husband, the supposed pillar of our family, in the throes of his affair, uncaring of the wreckage he'd leave behind. The final scene, his kiss with the teacher, seemed to echo around the silent room.

Gasps filled the room. Faces turned from the screen to my husband, who stood frozen, his face a mask of disbelief and horror.

"I can't believe this," one of our friends muttered.

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"How could you?" another said, glaring at my husband.

I took a deep breath. "I am sure you all understand now why we are really here. I cannot remain in a marriage built on lies. I am filing for divorce and will be seeking full custody of Mike."

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A woman holding her ring | Source: Unsplash

The room erupted into whispers and nods of support. My husband tried to speak, but no words came out; he just looked at me, the realization of his loss dawning on him.

"I have also taken legal steps against the teacher and the school for the emotional damage to our son," I continued, feeling the weight of my wedding ring suffocating me. I slipped it off and placed it on the table. "This is the end."

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As people began to leave, some stopped to offer words of support or a hug.

"We're here for you, Julia," my sister said, hugging me tightly.

"Thank you," I whispered, holding back tears.

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Later that evening, I sat with Mike, who had been quiet throughout the ordeal.

"Mom, are you okay?" he finally asked, his voice small in the quiet of his room.

I pulled him close, grateful for his resilience. "I will be, sweetie. We both will be. We’re going to get through this together."

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A mom with her son | Source: Unsplash

He nodded, curling up beside me. "I'm glad we have each other, Mom."

"Me too, Mike," I said, kissing his forehead. "Me too."

As he drifted off to sleep, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. It wasn’t just about revenge; it was about rebuilding the trust and security my son needed. The road ahead would be difficult, but with each other, we would navigate it one step at a time.

Did I do the right thing?

Here's another story about a woman whose son called a stranger in a store his mom. Asking why, the woman's whole world shattered into pieces.

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