Journal retracts paper criticizing #parentalalienation theory after receiving legal threats from a group that supports the concept
Parental alienation (#PA) refers to a mental condition in which a child allies with a preferred parent & rejects the other parent without justification. Supporters believe the condition is primarily due to manipulation of the child by the preferred parent & contend PA is a form of emotional child abuse

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When Co-Parenting Becomes a Combat Zone

The alarm clock—my absolute nemesis—rings at 6:30 a.m. I snooze it. Then I snooze it again. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a perfectly planned Eastvale morning turns into a chaotic scavenger hunt for missing socks and a search party for the twenty minutes that just evaporated into thin air.

I finally stumble into the living room, swearing I’m a functional adult. The laundry basket is sitting in the corner looking undefeated, as usual. (It is the true heavyweight champion of domestic life, by the way). Daisy, my little white Shih Tzu, is snoring curled up at my feet, and I finally manage to get my hands on a perfectly made Philz Tesora. Heavy cream and sugar, obviously, because let’s be real, life is bitter enough without drinking black coffee.

I was scrolling through my feed, trying to wake up, when I came across a quote that made me stop mid-sip. It was a screenshot of a paragraph that basically said:

Stop judging fathers who haven’t seen their kids. A lot of them are good men who actually want to be active dads but had children with the wrong woman. Everybody is quick to blame the father, but some men really be getting blocked, alienated, dragged through court, or pushed away by bitter situations behind the scenes. Miserable mothers weaponize the children out of hurt, control, or revenge. Then the world labels the father a “deadbeat” without even knowing the full story. A man can love his kids deeply and still be fighting just to be in their life.

Oof. Talk about stepping on some toes.

The Default “Deadbeat” Label

Now, if you’ve been reading Stories From Tina for a while, you know we don’t shy away from the messy stuff here. We are all about life experiences, personal growth, and above all, accountability. And this topic? It requires a massive dose of it from everyone involved.

Some people read one post, one screenshot, one side of a story, and suddenly they become the Supreme Court of Other People’s Lives. Everybody’s got an opinion, everybody’s got a verdict, and everybody is acting like they personally sat in the living room, saw the text messages, reviewed the calendar, and heard the phone calls.

Baby, please. Half the time people are judging from the outside of a situation they wouldn’t survive one week inside of.

Before somebody in the comments starts hyperventilating and typing in all caps—calm down, Brenda. Take a sip of water and unclench. Nobody is saying every father is innocent. Let’s get one thing straight right out of the gate: true “deadbeats” absolutely exist. There are men who disappear, who make promises they never meant, who avoid responsibility, and who treat fatherhood like a seasonal hobby. That is real. Nobody needs to pretend otherwise.

But society loves to slap that label on any man who isn’t physically present, without ever asking why he isn’t there. It’s the default setting. Every deadbeat father who isn’t in the matching Christmas pajamas on Facebook automatically becomes some villain wearing a black hoodie, lurking in emotional darkness like a low-budget Netflix antagonist. Meanwhile, the mother is automatically viewed as the exhausted saint of the year.

People love simple stories. They want the father to be the villain, the mother to the victim, and the kids to be the prize in the middle. But real life is usually uglier, heavier, and a whole lot more complicated.

The Hidden Battles of Parental Alienation

Sometimes a man is not absent because he doesn’t care. Sometimes he is not there because he is being blocked, baited, tested, shamed, delayed, manipulated, or emotionally worn down until even trying starts to feel like a full-time job.

I once knew a man who fought for visitation for almost three years. Three. Years. Imagine having to prove you deserve to see your own child like you’re applying for a bank loan. Lawyers, court dates, accusations, delays. And every time he got close to progress, a magical obstacle appeared.

“Oh, the child is busy.” “Oh, we have plans.” “Oh, you make them uncomfortable.” Next weekend becomes next month. Next month becomes next year. But publicly? He was called absent. A deadbeat. Uninvolved. Funny how people never ask why a father is missing before building an entire character profile on him.

If you have never lived inside that kind of tension, you really need to slow down before you hand out titles like “deadbeat” as if you are printing name tags at a conference. Real life has blocked numbers, broken trust, power struggles, and sometimes a whole lot of hurt nobody wants to admit out loud.

This is the part that is hard to swallow, but we need to talk about it. When a relationship ends badly, the hurt can be blinding. And sometimes, people who are hurting want to inflict pain right back. When you share a child, that child can become the ultimate leverage.

What Weaponizing a Child Actually Looks Like

Here is what weaponizing a child actually looks like in the real world:

• The Slow Fade: Subtly badmouthing the other parent in front of the kids. Planting little seeds over the years like, “Your dad never cared,” or “I guess we can’t depend on him.” Eventually, the child starts believing a narrative they were too young to question.
• The Schedule Shuffle: Conveniently planning “unmissable” activities right on the father’s weekend, forcing him to either be the bad guy who says no, or the absent guy who misses out.
• The Courtroom Combat: Using the legal system not to protect the child, but to bankrupt or exhaust the other parent until they simply have to give up the fight.

Hurt people really will turn a whole situation into a fortress if they think it will protect them. They may call it love, healing, discernment, or “protecting my peace,” but sometimes what it really is… is unresolved pain driving the car.

And can we acknowledge something else? Some fathers stop fighting because they become emotionally destroyed.

Not because they don’t love their kids. But because every interaction becomes a war. Every pickup becomes tension. Every effort gets twisted into a failure. At some point, exhaustion starts sounding like surrender. That doesn’t make it right, but it makes it human. People love pretending humans are robots who should function perfectly under emotional torture.

Sometimes, distance is the only way to avoid exposing children to constant chaos. Nothing says “healthy adulthood” quite like arguing over pickup times while posting cryptic Facebook statuses about narcissists at 1:13 a.m. Maturity has left the group chat entirely.

The Flip Side: When “Alienation” is Just a Cover

But since we are serving up accountability today, let’s make sure everyone gets a plate. I have a zero-tolerance policy for nonsense, and as a Leo, I can spot a fragile ego from a mile away. We have to talk about the flip side of this manipulation. Because sometimes, the person crying “parental alienation” is actually the architect of the whole circus.

Yes, I’m talking about the men who are the ones doing the blocking. The guys who make every excuse in the book not to show up for their child, who intentionally give the mother a hard time at every turn just to maintain control. And the minute she finally reacts to their antics? Boom. Suddenly, he’s starring in his own tragic play, and he is the ultimate victim.

He runs to his family, his friends, and anyone who will listen, spinning a wild narrative. He’ll say the mother is “intentionally keeping the child” from him. He’ll call her difficult, immature, and crazy. He’ll dramatically sigh and tell people he regrets having a child with her, that he can’t stand her, and that is the reason he had to block her on everything.

Sir, please.

You didn’t block her because she was keeping the kids away. You blocked her because she held you accountable. You blocked her because she asked what time you were coming, and you didn’t have an answer. It’s a lot easier to play the alienated victim than it is to admit you just didn’t want to show up. It’s gaslighting wrapped in a pity party, and it leaves the mother looking like the villain to the outside world for simply expecting you to be a parent.

If you are a father sending child support that never seems to buy the kids any actual clothes, showing up to empty exchange spots, and saving every text message just to prove you asked to see your kids—I see you. Don’t let the bitterness turn you bitter. Keep a record of your love. Kids grow up, and they eventually see the truth for themselves.

Children Are Sponges, Not Pawns

When I look at an 11-year-old like Noah, or younger kids like Maureen, I am constantly reminded of how much of a sponge children really are. They feel the tension. They absorb the unspoken anger.

When parents treat co-parenting like a competitive sport where one person has to “win,” the child always loses. Kids don’t care about adult drama, who broke whose heart, or who is legally “right.” They just want to know that they are safe, loved, and allowed to love both of their parents without feeling guilty about it.

Children should never have to inherit adult wars. They should never have to pay for their parents’ unresolved emotional debt. But the grown-ups stay stuck in their corners, and the children inherit the tension like it came with the family name. And then later, when the child is older, everybody acts surprised that they have trust issues. Well… yes. Obviously.

How to Break the Cycle of Toxic Co-Parenting

So, where do we go from here? How do we break this cycle? It all comes back to personal accountability.

Real accountability starts with reality, not assumptions. If you want to know why somebody is not showing up, then ask what happened to make showing up difficult. Ask who was helping, who was blocking, who was lying, and who was exhausted. Because sometimes “he’s not around” is the final result of a very long chain of pain.

If this made somebody uncomfortable, well… maybe it was supposed to. Sometimes the truth has a way of clearing its throat and making everybody sit up straight.

At the end of the day, relationships are a comedy of errors. I mean, we argue about who left the cap off the toothpaste while forgetting the actual point of life: showing up for each other. We are all just walking around carrying invisible emotional history, navigating our own storms. Sometimes the best thing we can do is just share the weather with someone else who gets it.

Life doesn’t come with a neat little bow. It comes with coffee stains on your favorite shirt, undefeated laundry baskets, and stories that are too complicated for a hashtag.

Stop judging each other’s paths. Embrace the human moments. And let’s stop weaponizing hurt, leave the kids out of our emotional hostage situations, and start putting them first—actually, truly, first.

With warmth, a dash of mischief, and a heart full of gratitude, Tina

P.S. If you’ve got a moment to spare, tell me about your own small victories this week down in the comments. I love hearing your stories, too.

Warmth in temperature and in our love

As excited as I felt, I also had an uneasy feeling that something would scupper our day ahead.

Last night I was restless while your things waited packed and ready by the door. I would need to be up by 7am to get the rail replacement on time. At least the weather forecast seemed to be nice – cloudy but warm. A picnic could be on the cards.

At 6:45 I was checking my phone to see if an overnight cancellation message from your mum had arrived and once I saw no updates I moved on to wish my friends a successful run at the Downham Half Marathon event.

The following weeks are extremely unsettling for me. The anniversary of when you were taken away is soon, memories of the same time from a couple of years ago show how your mum was scheming against me and preparing to betray you by trying to take me out of the picture.

A couple of years ago, Sundays were just another day. An opportunity to have a big day out or just a quiet one at home. There were no rules, now it’s our court-mandated day. Rain or shine I have to make the most of the precious little time we have to create happy memories and bond in a situation horribly created by your mum where it can go weeks without me seeing you.

Our Sunday

It was an early start so I had already prepared everything but still spent too long deciding if I should take things out of my day bag and reduce the weight. I’m obviously getting old as the weight of the buggy and your things tends to leave me with a backache for a few days after.

Once I had breakfast and got dressed I headed out to get the train to Elm Street station. I hate train works but at least I can still get to you. The messages saying the trains were still at City Square station made me a little nervous but with more time the train made it to the station and I could get on to Coleford, from there a bus and from there a half hour walk. 3 hours later I reached you at the handover point as the day’s warmth started taking over from the cold shadows.

Greeting you and your beautiful face

As your mum arrived and cycled onto the pavement I made big waving hand gestures. Sometimes you’re slow during the handover, understandably probably preferring to stay indoors in the warmth. Today though, you had a huge smile and waved back enthusiastically. My heart melted… it is exactly the kind of meet I dream of.

You rush to get out of the carrier and make conversation with me. Before you’ve had the chance to take your cycle helmet off, you sweetly say ‘daddy’s my friend’. I feel overwhelmed with such a beautiful moment.

It was an idyllic start to our day instantly giving me a boost better than coffee.

The rest of our morning

The day looked to be comfortable outside, although still chilly in the wind. Summer is almost here but it’s being a little shy.

On our way to the play park we spent a while around the memorial in the park blossoming with beautiful flowers too pretty for you not to focus your attention on! I helped you reach a few higher up ones, to pick petals and we spoke about how bees need the flowers, so we should try not to pick too many. You’re a proper little person, I’m delighted with our conversations, fully engaged chatting together like old friends. It really is beautiful.

Once you had fistfuls of flowers from across the memorial it was time to walk across to the play park, where with the longer court-mandated time, I knew you would be able to enjoy without rushing.

Lunch back at our old place

I wanted to get some bits and bobs for a picnic so we headed to M&S nearby earlier than our usual lunch time, oddly they didn’t seem to have the usual items so I made use of our visit by getting a croissant and fruits for the afternoon. You told me you wanted the croissant so I took that as you being particularly hungry, my gorgeous growing girl, so I gave you a third as an appetiser for a proper lunch. I thought the comfort food at the Japanese place would be good for filling your belly and helping you take a long nap, so we went there, just like when you were a baby and without the need for a high chair, or much encouragement to eat, I was able to simply give you the choice of noodles or rice then get a place and let you scoff away on your own.

To my surprise you handled the chopsticks really well, it’s super impressive and I guess a bit like the Asian kids that probably learn chopsticks instead of knives and forks! We had a lovely time, no stress, no rush and fully enjoyed our meal and time there before heading out.

As usual, you didn’t want to have a nap straight away, with our longer day this isn’t an issue so we went back to the park for more time in the warmth amongst the flowers and other children. Eventually you started to get a little cranky, bless you. So I was able to speak to you like an adult and remind you a nap would help you feel better and we could play later. Willingly you popped yourself in the buggy for a longer nap. I hope this summer we can settle in the shade and sleep cosy together, you will be perfectly safe in my protection.

Afternoon warmth

The rest of our day was just as lovely as the morning. You napped and we arrived back at The Cake Cafe that we went to last time but this visit we stayed for the babychino.

Afterwards, I made a base for us between the memorial flowers and play park with plenty of shade and a more discreet space for the portable potty.

We ran about filling the space with giggles. I had a packed bag of toys and activities and we made use of most of them! As groups of friends saw you with a smile bigger than the Cheshire Cat, they awwed and complimented how cute you are.

The approach of 5pm brought our idyllic time together to an end. I wanted to pick up something from the shopping centre so we popped in a few minutes before I would step outside and hand you back to your mum. While I was at the till paying, the colourful gift cards caught your attention and like a magpie you went and collected the ones you liked. I laughed and told you you’d need to put them back but you were adamant about keeping them all. This was a time for a little lesson, that we couldn’t keep everything from the shops we wanted. I suggested you put some back but again you were adamant. Ultimately these gift cards have no value without being loaded with credit so I decided not to be strict and potentially upset you seconds before handing you back to your mum.

More unpleasant handovers

As with pretty much every single handover, your mum darkened the mood by complaining that you shouldn’t have kept the gift cards. Your big smile and radiation of joy from our time together taken away with a pointless telling off.

I didn’t want to get more hostilities from your mum by spending too much time saying goodbye so I gave you a kiss on your most perfect little head and started making my way.

Our last moment was just as the day started. I made big waving and kissing gestures and told you I love you many many times.

I hate crossing the road at this point, not knowing how long it would be till my lips kiss your head next.

Missing you already

It doesn’t matter how perfect our day could go, the feeling of being separated will never feel ok. This year a lot has changed and will settle into a new flow for the years ahead.

I’ve only got a few more occasions where I will visit you in River Town to spend the day together under the allowance of the court. At the least, they will be warmer and hopefully just as great as this one gone by.

It’s sad to think that River Town will probably be a painful memory for the rest of my life. A representation of our separation and hurt.

At this point in the day I start my journey home, it’ll be another 3 hours till I’m home packing up your stuff and putting things away ready for our next time together. 3 hours of dragging the buggy across buses, trains, tube and finally home.

It’s been an exhausting day but perfect between 5 past 10 and 5 to 5. Our next time together will be this weekend unless your mum breaks us apart again. I can’t wait for us to have a bath together and I hope it will be warm enough to give you lots of opportunity to play with water on the balcony.

I love you so much it’s hard not squeezing you too tight every time I see you.

A chilly new year feeding the ducks

It’s been a few weeks since we last had time together. The video calls are absolutely better than nothing but even those have been disrupted by your mum. Today was wonderful, I love hearing your beautiful voice and looking at your gorgeous oval-shaped eyes.

Reflections on the future

As we ease into the new year, it feels like being at the start of a marathon. From the start line, you know what to expect at the end, but the journey ahead will be challenging, however much practice and planning was done to prepare.

Life feels heavy and too often sad. The countless difficulties and stress about whether a choice was the right one, makes me constantly think that I’m doing everything wrong. The sadness of our distance has kept a painful cloud over everything the last year.

We finally have something to be positive about though, on the horizon in a few months you will stay overnight with me and I know it will raise our spirits immeasurably. The love of a morning kiss and tenderness of bath time will be ours to share again.

While life and its many complications feels too hard to bear sometimes, the relief of having you home (finally home!!!) will let me feel like the grey clouds are parting and we can build our relationship.

Our day together

It was an extremely cold day. The hotel was warm but walking outside was unpleasant, demonstrated by few people out and about. On picking you up I had planned to go into the shopping centre immediately and avoid making you uncomfortable. After going through a few markdowns in the shops and you showing me a few items you’d like for your bedroom, we made it through to the shopping centre where I planned to relax at Starbucks while Olivia made her way to join us.

I say relax but in reality I mean hide and scan the floor in case your mum followed us to snipe at Olivia. Following the abuse your mum gave me when she saw Olivia nearby that time, and threats that I wouldn’t be able to have you for the day, both me and Olivia are frightened of an outburst, which has caused Olivia to insist on hiding both in time and distance. The uncomfortable feeling followed us through the day.

Winter walks with daddy

The shopping centre was a warm haven but not what I want for our day so we didn’t spend long there. Plus before lunch I like us to create an appetite with a walk. So, covered up with our many layers we worked our way to the river and ended up by the ducks we’ve visited many times.

To our fortune, a man came with lots of bread to give the wildlife starting with the funniest moment of him throwing an entire loaf into the river for the seagulls to attack.

Your fearlessness continues to surprise me, not minding being close to the frantic flapping birds is great, it means we can get right up close to them.

Our lunch and staying away from the cold

It started to get even colder so we went to the restaurant I planned. There was no need for booking as it was one of the quietest days in River Town I’ve seen. I think families were more interested in staying cosy at home.

While we waited for the meal you joined us like an adult interacting and enjoying the moment of socialising. It was heart warming and the highlight of my day.

I’m unclear why but the restaurant had stacks of baskets near the tables so in a moment of silliness we played with them as hats.

Our lunch dates are really joyful and Olivia had been helping all day. Little things like pushing the buggy meant I could have more time giving you hugs.

Reluctant to go back outside I had dragged lunch on for a while and you expressed that you were ready for a rest so I bundled you into the buggy like we were going back outside for aimless wandering but instead after only a minute you had closed your eyes so I chose to stay inside where the restaurant’s ambiance would make a better backdrop than the ice cold air.

As our previous River Town days have concluded, the time after your nap becomes basically enough for a brief play, change, snack, kisses and then I drop you back with your mum.

Our time feels stubbornly only a lunch. When I’m outside at 4pm it hurts me to see families enjoying themselves still busy and making the most of the day while I have to hand you back like a punished dad only given limited time.

Plans for next week

Ahead of your overnight stays in a few months I’m going to start decorating your bedroom so you love it as much as your River Town bedroom. I’m planning time for us to organise things into your drawers and spaces so you know where your things are and feel comfortable overnight.

I’m counting down the days. Nothing will make a happier sleep than hearing your little snores next door and bringing you into my bed in the morning for warm snuggles before breakfast.

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An unnecessarily hostile start to the year

You’ve been away on holiday, hopefully enjoying yourself. I’ve been thinking about you every day. My mind is filled thinking about your cute mannerisms and the way you say things.

Me and Olivia make jokes using your sayings like the way you say ‘bigger one’ (referring to you asking for more mayo and ketchup) mimicking your voice. We also do things like point out dogs by calling them dee dees.

It’s been really hurtful thinking about you when we’re not together but now with the court order, I’m trying to be optimistic and make a success of it. I’m trying not to avoid thinking about you or bringing you up in conversation, instead I’m trying to celebrate you for the wonderful personality that you have.

The impossibility of agreeing on even the tiniest things

Recently I agreed to change our video call time to earlier because it would mean consistency for you having our call together after dinner and the time is ahead in Coldland.

I realised that I could be stuck on a train at that time, perhaps with patchy reception or unable to find a quiet environment. So I asked your mum if we could rearrange. I didn’t expect it to be an issue as our call would most likely only be a couple of minutes and I was essentially available at any time in the day.

Your mum decided to refuse. It was a reminder of the losing situation I’m in. I’m left with the choices of planning ahead and letting your mum know if something could affect plans or risk not providing a warning and being accused of being unreliable.

It’s been a week since our last call. You’re away abroad so I can’t see you and even with clear recommendations that our time should be regular. Your mum remorselessly finds every opportunity to cut the little that we have.

A frustrating start to the new year

New Year should bring revitalised energy and renewed drive to provide generosity to the world. In your mum’s and my case, it should be another reminder to focus on your wellbeing. I’m lost at the thought that she could be starting with the intention to continue to cause as much disruption as possible.

Trying to find optimism

I won’t lose hope that your mum’s aggression and hostility will ease with time but for now I guess I have to be realistic as well.

All going well, we’ll see each other on Tuesday during our next call and I’ll give you a big hug next Sunday. I can’t wait. I know you’re going to be lovely and chatty and your voice is the sweetest thing to my ears.

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A warm weekend in October just before family court

It feels tense around sensitive days like the upcoming hearing. As your mum limits interactions, there are so many things that need to be sorted out but it’s hard to resolve anything, however basic, like collecting your high chair or carseat.

The weather forecast said it would be a surprisingly warm weekend, basically like summer. I wanted to do something nice with you like a picnic but your mum refuses to meet in the centre so it will be tricky within our time.

The main person who’s worse off because of your mum’s hostilities is you. There’s no reasonable perspective to explain why she should be so difficult to cooperate on little plans for the day.

Our sunny day

I tried to make the best of the day and planned to get to Zizzi’s for lunch which gave us enough time to look at a few shops and explore for a bit.

One of the estates in the area was open to the public so we had the chance to check out the grounds. The pretty gardens and enclosed green was perfect for a running monkey like you!

You’re becoming more independent, some of our day involved you walking slowly with your little legs. It’s going to be lovely when you’re older and we can go on treks and adventures. I’m sure you’ll be leaving me behind!

The day was straightforward. There’s limited room for planning more exciting things and you’re often unwell in some way or another so calm days seem best.

Our moo-full afternoon

After lunch, as usual, I take you for a stroll in your buggy where you promptly fall asleep. I walk with the aim of having some background momentum so you sleep better but sometimes it’s tiring to be honest. Today’s heat and busyness wasn’t great for walking around but the most important thing is you slept well.

While you were snoozing, I had walked up to the edge of the centre until I saw a few cows next to the canal. It was unusual and not something I’m used to seeing back at home in the Big City! I waited nearby expecting you to be waking up around this time and in perfect sync you shuffled awake with a herd of beautiful brown cows in your view.

At this point I had to prepare for getting back. 40 minutes could easily become more if you need something along the way.

It’s starting to feel like we really only have lunch. It’s hard to make happy memories when most of our time together is in a restaurant or just walking to and from the station.

In the future, let’s go for lunch and make it really special. Sunday lunches have been our time since you were a baby. It was forced on us but let’s embrace it and make it the special daddy daughter time it should be.

Court on Thursday

My mind is a blank as it has been so often in the last year. It’s impossible to ignore but too painful and stressful to allow to surface. I don’t know what to think about Thursday. Your mum has done everything possible to stop us from having a relationship and take you from me.

Impossible choices

When your mum took you I had the impossible choice of refusing and the huge problems that would’ve caused short term, or do as I did and work through the court process knowing that your mum had already planned out that the move would become the status quo and a family court wouldn’t force her to move.

I did what I thought would cause you the least distress but sometimes I wonder if it would have been better for me to take the alternative option which would have kept us together for the years ahead. This is the dilemma I will always live with.

Back in River Town in a few days

I’ll be back in River Town for 9am on Thursday to be told why I can’t have you overnight. Why I can’t give you a kiss goodnight. I’ll be told why you can’t go on holiday with me. You’ll be 3 years old and still unaccustomed to being with me overnight if I let your mum’s plans go ahead. I may have no option.

The system doesn’t care about the bond between a dad and daughter.

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I’ve taken the 1st steps in seeking legal action against my mother and my ex.

When I was about 9 (so around 1984) my mother started ‘checking for worms’ which involved a very invasive investigation of my vagina, about once a week.

There were atleast 3 of her boyfriends and 2 babysitters who sexually assaulted me and my younger sisters. That’s not a coincidence.

When I was 19 I was in a physically and sexually abusive relationship with a man who was frankly a psychopath. My mother took his side and they conspired to take my 2 daughters away to live with him.

Those daughters are now 32 and 29. My eldest and I have a wonderful relationship now but I missed her most important years. My other daughter barely acknowledges me and I feel that loss every day.

It’s time my mother and my ex paid.

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