When the Side Piece Starts Playing Mom I was already drowning.The separation was fresh. My body was shaking from the aftershocks of betrayal. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t slept. I was running on fumes, trauma, and prayer. And then—he dropped another bomb. “I hired a tutor.” Like WHAT?Not a heads-up. Not a question. Not a discussion.Just a decision—about my child, made without me.And not just any decision—one that was whispered into his ear by the gatekeeper bestie and the other woman. Because of course it was. The Audacity to Interfere I can’t even begin to describe the level of rage that coursed through my body in that moment.These women—who had…