Although I committed myself to marriage, the women I married did not. Have you ever awakened to a life that you just no longer understood? Where right is wrong and wrong is right, where black is white and white is grey? I wish I could erase my memory and start all over sometimes, it would be far better than to live watching another man living my life. I have three young sons, whom are now young men, and another who was my step-son, but a son still the same. Those children had their worlds changed forever by their mother and a man whom I can barely utter his name without being enraged. Ten long years ago, I was a father to all of my sons. Their mother and I had a happy marriage and a promising life together. I think back to what really happened to make all of that change, to the details of how a woman who showed no signs of anything wrong, turned to the arms of my childhood friend and business associate. The events which have followed through the years since have been nothing short of evil and maniacal torture. Had it not been for divine intervention, I would not be able to withstand the relentless attacks of degradation and secret combinations designed solely to destroy me and any efforts made to be a father to my children or have a life for that matter. I look at the grotesque pictures of the man who did this to my children and I all because he envied my life and the family I had growing up. The signs of his abuse are showing in the lengths he goes to keep my voice silent and my life minimized. Many who read this cannot believe it; they remember their two high school buddies as life friends, an unbreakable brotherhood they shared. I too have often tried to source the broken pieces and make sense of it all? The propagation of lies and stories concerning me and the relevant nature to their lives now is nothing short of a fictional novel of indiscretion on their part. They have told their tale so many years that they themselves believe it as if it were fact and truth unwavering. So convincing they have been that judges and court officials, and local authorities have taken their testimonies without trial as the truth and factual, allowing them to completely erase me from my children's world without contention. This is America, where a court of law decides justice and what-is-what in a dispute. Tell me where the law was when my sons walked into a court room without my knowledge and had all their names changed, not once but twice? Tell me where the justice was when a Judge sat and refused my testimony and removed all my parental rights except that of financial support? And you tell me where our family courts were when my baby boy was left unsupervised and allowed access to gasoline that could and nearly did kill him? Be sure of this, if there is one shread of justice left in our court system, I will find it and have served upon those who have abused my children with lies and the denial of their real father. I won't stop, I won't rest, I will never quit until justice is done and wrongs are made right. This man my children refer to as 'dad' is a "cruel, heartless soul" for what he has and continues to do to my sons, and if I don't get justice, my sons will when they learn the truth! It is my hope that very soon our family court system, judges, parent evaluators, and alienators will finally recognize that parental alienation is a form of emotional child abuse that cannot be ignored any longer. Free military layouts at basemyspace.com
