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Today was my younger son, Luke's, eighteenth birthday.
My ex-husband, Major General Arthur Ashford, let himself into my house without knocking.
He headed straight for the liquor cabinet like he still owned the place. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and looked at me with open contempt.
"Allison, how have you enjoyed the last eight years? Stuck here in Briarwood because of a family court order.
"All because I broke a couple of glasses and put my hands on you a few times, you just had to file for divorce."
"And what did that get you? The judge stopped you from taking the kids out of the city and made sure I got regular visitation."
He swirled the whiskey in his glass, spilling a little onto the carpet. It was the same cocky look he wore the night he came home drunk and beat me with his belt.
"You really thought you could get away from me? As long as I say no, you'll spend the rest of your life under my control.
"After Luke cuts his cake, I am filing for emergency guardianship. You will never take my son away from me."
I looked at his smug face, gripping the edge of my sleeve, and said nothing.
Then he lifted his glass, ready to start barking orders at everyone.
My daughter, Kate, rose from her chair and set a thick stack of papers onto the table in front of him.
"General Ashford, you should read these.
"As of midnight, Luke is legally an adult. Every travel restriction the family court placed on Mom is gone.
"And this is the filing receipt for the name change petition for the two of us, which I filed with the Supreme Court."
Arthur gave the papers a dismissive glance. Then his smile disappeared.
Printed across the top in bold letters were the words: Petitions of Kate Ashford and Luke Ashford to Change Their Surname to Pierce.