He was ”molested” as a teen and ”blackmailed” into losing his v!ginity aged 15

Watching Tracy on the witness stand changed that. Every excuse she’d used on me crumbled under oath. The judge didn’t care about her tears, only the paper trail showing my mom’s trust drained into a life I was never allowed to share. When the ruling came—$75,000 to the victims, $25,000 back to me—it didn’t feel like revenge. It felt like balance. As the house emptied and her U-Haul pulled away, I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt free, finally standing in the space my mother had tried to protect for me all along.