On December 19, on Camille’s birthday, I sent my girls two watches – one for Camille, one for Chloé- and a card. On Tuesday January 24, I received – in the very envelope I had used- the two watches – unwrapped- and my card with the following line on the lower right corner:
We want nothing from you except the return of our privacy, starting with the removal of your disgusting website.
What’s the intention of these words? To hurt, to rubb hate to my face. Touché.
This line is not signed. Camille? Chloé? Mom? A “we” wrote to me. At this stage, the alienating parent has won. The brainwashing has been completed. Mom does not need anymore to tell her victims their father is to be hated, for mom’s hate has been appropriated by the victims. At this stage, why would mom feel she is doing anything wrong, if she has ever? Two seemingly rational girls reflect back her own hate. The privacy my girls say they want back? Although they live in New York City, it is as if they were living in a bunker to me. I have no contact with them except through mom’s email, through mom’s phone, under mom’s control. But mom wants the removal of “my website,” which is the only thing that keeps her from evicting me in peace from the universe of the girls. The victims take side with the executioner, that’s the beauty of parental alienation. The request to remove my blog is a starting point without any end. In fact, I am deep fried in eternal hate: Mom’s.
Girls, I love you no matter what.
But this blog will go on. For a long time now, it ‘s not just been about you. It has been about preserving the privacy of other children like you with their dads; And to try to keep the irresponsible amateurs of Manhattan Family Court -the Sturms, the Octobres, the Spitzers, the Berrils – to give a free pass to parental alienation.