The Order That Fueled Her Obsession

History of emotional neglect followed me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. The courtroom smelled

of polished wood and tension. The judge, gray-haired and unforgiving,

read the police report and Emily’s statement, lips tightening with every word.

She granted the order without hesitation—my mom was barred from contacting us or coming within 500

feet of our new home. Relief hit me, but it was fleeting. She didn’t disappear.

She escalated. Burner accounts appeared online, dripping with cryptic messages about disloyal

families, homewreckers, and those who “get what they deserve.” Fake names,

same venomous voice. Bitter. Dramatic. Self-righteous. Each post clawed