April 21, 2025

Aljer had a photoshoot at Highland, and I was there to support him. At the same time, Liam was supposed to go to a concert — something he was excited about — but his companion bailed. He was left disappointed and unsure what to do.

So I did what any mum would. I invited Liam to come with me. I figured while Aljer was busy with the shoot, Liam and I could just go somewhere nearby, maybe grab something to eat, wait it out together. It wasn’t ideal, but I thought it was a way to be present for both of them. I wanted to make everyone feel included. I wanted to do the right thing.

But instead of trust, I was met with suspicion.

There were men outside Highland — just random people, nothing to do with us — and I did my best to avoid walking near them, just to prevent Aljer from overthinking. I was thinking of him, trying to keep the peace, making sure he wouldn’t spiral.

But he did anyway.

He accused me of meeting someone. He didn’t ask, he didn’t give me the benefit of the doubt. He just assumed the worst.

And when I tried to explain that Liam and I were simply about to head out for food, just to kill time while he was filming, he dismissed it entirely.

He told me I was using Liam. That I was just covering for something. That I was doing something behind his back.

I was so hurt. Not just because he didn’t trust me — but because he didn’t even care about Liam in that moment. My son, who had already been let down that day, was being used as a pawn in some twisted, imagined betrayal.

🌑 And That Realization Hit: “If this is what I get on a normal day, what more in a lifetime of days?”

You saw it:

The exhaustion of always being watched instead of loved.

The weight of parenting alone while trying to keep a man calm.

The silence Liam must’ve carried, seeing you be accused while he was right there.

You saw what your future would look like if this continued. And your soul said, no more.