The Hidden Cameras That Saved Me: How I Secretly Recorded My Own Son Beating Me and Took Back Everything He Tried to Steal

Two months after Michael was sentenced, I received a letter from him.

It was the first time he had tried to contact me since the trial.

I almost threw it away without opening it. But something made me read it.

Inside was a short, handwritten note.

Mom,

I know I don’t have the right to ask for anything. But I’m writing this because I’m scared. Prison is worse than I thought it would be. I’m alone here. No one visits me. No one writes to me. I made a lot of mistakes, but I’m still your son.

Please don’t leave me with nothing. I’m sorry for what I did. I really am.

Michael

I read the letter three times.

Then I sat down at my kitchen table and wrote a reply.

It was short.

Michael,

I am not your mother anymore. You stopped being my son the day you raised your hand against me. I will not visit you. I will not write to you. And I will not forgive you.

You made your choice. Now you have to live with it.

Do not contact me again.

I sealed the letter and mailed it the same day.

Two weeks later, I received another letter from him. This one was angrier.

He called me selfish. He said I had ruined his life. He said he hoped I died alone.

I didn’t read the whole thing. I tore it up and threw it away.

That night, I changed my phone number and asked the prison to block any further communication from him.

I was done.