On September 9th, 2025, my son and I's life changed unexpectedly with a sense of trauma no mother ever wants to experience. After a 12+ year marriage, we felt safe and secure. We had a home, jobs, schools, and were thriving.

And then SWAT broke down my door, and that sense of security I had felt dissolved in front of my eyes. After being removed from my home during a work shift, as I am a work-from-home customer service agent, I was handed a warrant where the words child pornography were front and center.

My husband of 12 years had been located, and all electronics were seized from our home. Our home was ransacked and torn apart, and my husband Cody Breedlove was arrested on one charge of possession of child pornography and unlawful use of a two-way device.

I could not understand how I had failed. We had a happy life and marriage. A good job. Great kids. A great pet. A home we loved. And the monster I had always been trying to protect my son from was hiding in the closet. Exploiting us. Using us. Creating content. Taking pictures of me and sharing them with strange men. Videos. Pictures of our sleeping son. My breastfeeding photos. I was so proud to have breastfed, and he turned it into something horrific.

He shared intimate moments for his pleasure. On the internet. And left us wide open. While sharing sick fantasies, and we had no idea. Not an inkling.

I jumped into action and went to his bond hearing so my son and I could be heard. I made sure he knew I was going to stand up to the monster he was nourishing in my bed, my kitchen, and my home. I advocated for a high bond. I received a no-contact order. I reached out to the state's attorney. I went ahead and got an emergency restraining order. Got a therapist. Had DCF interview my son with LEO.

I watched our entire community learn of the monster Cody Breedlove as I was. And I was embarrassed. But this was not my fault. We were a loving family being abused by a monster.

Our address became public. Our names. My son’s room is now exposed to other pedophiles, and we lost everything in the process.

But I have not lost my dignity, my drive to protect my son, and the love I have for my son.

With relocating and loss of stability, we need some help. We have been exposed to the dark underside of the internet and child predators, and we are rebuilding. I am reaching out to hopefully get a fresh start for my son and me. For new clothes and a bed. Clean up from broken leases and broken promises and a breath of security.

And for any other wife or partner or former partner, you aren’t alone. You did nothing to deserve this. You were used and deceived, and you were strong.

Thank you for your support.

Rebekah and AJ