Megan Cyrulewski has been writing short stories ever since she was ten-years-old. After attending Grand Valley State University, Megan eventually settled into a career in the non-profit sector for eight years. She decided to change careers and went back to school to get her law degree from Thomas M. Cooley Law School. While in school, she documented her divorce, child custody battle and postpartum depression struggles in her memoir. Megan lives in Michigan with her 3-year-old daughter who loves to dance, run, read, and snuggle time with Mommy. Megan also enjoys her volunteer work with various organizations in and around metro-Detroit.
Megan’s book, Who Am I? How My Daughter Taught Me to Let Go and Live Again, is about Megan's journey out of post-postpartum depression, anxiety disorder, and panic attacks. Journey with her into the psych ward; find out how she overcomes emotional abuse and domestic violence. See how she manages to graduate from law school...
Tyler made a big show of pulling her from me like I was going to punch her or something. By this time, everyone in the hallway was watching us. We were pure entertainment.Heather continued her rant. “Two times in the psych ward, Megan? What a great mother you are.”
“Where is your mom, the real mother of our child?” Tyler screamed. “She’s the one who takes care of Madelyne.”
My dad and I tried to move away from Tyler and Heather but they followed us.
“Do you have to take a Xanax because of your anxiety?”
“Go take your Xanax and sleeping pills, you drug addict,” Tyler shouted.
Finally, Don emerged from the courtroom and pulled us into a quiet corridor. He explained that I needed to call our referee to set-up a meeting to discuss a visitation schedule. I told Don about the verbal assault by Tyler and Heather. Don said he would call Tyler’s attorney to let him know that Heather would not be allowed in my house.
Upon leaving the courthouse, Heather screamed, “See you on Sunday, Megan.”
I turned toward her and said calmly, “I don’t know you, but you are not welcome in my home.”
That night, Tyler sent me multiple texts attacking my mothering skills, my supposed drug addictions, how he was going to fight for joint custody of Madelyne, how Heather would be accompanying him for his visitations, and a barrage of other insults:
- “Get a life already.”
- “Don’t you have something better to do than wasting your parents’ money?”
- “Go take your pills and relax, oh yeah, then your parents would have to watch our daughter. Oh yeah, they already do.”
- “Go talk to your friends. Oh yeah, you don’t have any because of how crazy you are.”
- “Interesting to know you've been to the hospital a couple of times. You really need to get it together.”
- “Better go call your lawyer and make up some more stuff about me.”
- “Don’t be mad at your sorry life.”
- “I am sure living with Mom and Dad the rest of your life will be fun.”
- “When you get a job, then you can pay me child support. Fun.”
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