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j7cvera · 4 months
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Gaslighting at its best. Be careful of these predators.
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davidwfloydart · 1 year
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Imagine… #loveislove #lovemeforme #parentalalienation #gaylife #selfcompassion #compassionforall #hugsovermasks (at Catalina Foothills, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl1H4Xbr3UcYxNn5s6xb0RpvtvQjqP9nR2uwII0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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savelonkar · 9 months
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Parental Alien Nation - the world I live in
"Parental alienation is an emotional act of violence that is aimed at an adult, but critically wounds a child" - Steve Maraboli
Parents, you know that feeling of peace and calm, when you are first to wake up in your house, and you savor a nice cup of joe while your kids are all cozied up in their beds? I have not known that peace for a long time. It’s a distant feeling for me. I bought a house last summer, and my own kids have not ever slept in their rooms. I tend to avoid that part of the house, as the empty beds are stark reminders that I, Brian Lonkar, am a father of six who only see their dad a few hours every other week. It gets worse.
On top of this lonely life I’ve been trying to live these past few years, I continue to experience the fallout from my ex’s parental alienation, also known as emotional child abuse. According to the National Center of State Courts (2023), parental alienation is a campaign strategy whereby one parent intentionally displays unjustified negativity toward the other parent, with the goal of wielding that unjustified negativity to get the kids to turn on the other parent.
What is her motivation to behave this way? What good can come from this concerted effort of kid-brainwashing and dad-bashing? It’s not healthy and it’s not right. Why does she hate me so much that she fabricates stories and untruths to my children, not to mention all around town to anyone who will listen? You would think that since her own father abandoned her and lived in the same town for years, you would think she would not want to recreate the same scenario for her own children. When did this start? More importantly, when will this end? What has this looked like? How has this affected the mental health of myself, and more importantly, the mental health of our children?
In the hopes of thinking this through, what follows is a brief timeline of events in the past few years.
In the spring of 2021, shortly after an emotional blowout marriage counseling session, Cherrie filed for legal separation. I was the sole provider the first 15 years of marriage, yet once she started making some money, she was crystal clear that her money was HER MONEY, and her rapidly growing business was HER BUSINESS. While vacationing in the panhandle with a friend, she called and asked, “Separation or divorce?” She demanded a decision then and there, as then her lawyer would know what papers to file. I told her I didn’t really know the difference. Even though I was 99% sure this would lead to divorce, there was maybe a 1% chance of hope of still working things out. Well maybe less than 1%. So I said, “Separation, I guess”
A month later, in June 2021, she drove me around to a dozen apartments in town, and then she personally recommended the apartment complex for me to move into. Her rationale was that I had to move somewhere close. She chose this particular complex, as it was less than five miles from her house, and the kids had been to birthday parties there before. In addition, the kids had some pseudo-grandparent figures that lived there during the snowbird season. She asked me to leave the house immediately, but reluctantly agreed with my proposition that I needed a week to figure this all out, mentally prepare for my uprooting, and the big life changes that lie ahead for the whole family. A week later, with nothing but a backpack and clothes, I moved into an empty 2-bedroom apartment.
Less than a week passed and I told her my decision to move forward with a divorce was official. She had had a 2-week vacation planned to take all the kids to Michigan. Even after the decision to file for divorce, she asked me if I could go with her to Michigan and pretend we were still married, as she did not want to tell her family. I balked at the idea, and said there was no way I could do that, that she should just tell her family. So, she left for two weeks with all the children.
Little did I know that Cherrie was already working on her web of lies, telling the world, “Brian is a father that abandoned his kids and was drinking, drugging, and that’s what led to the divorce.” When did these false claims start? Just this past weekend, someone informed me that that ^^^ is exactly the story Cherrie told them back in June 2021 while they were vacationing in Michigan and visiting Chicago, my hometown!
Did I mention that I was completely sober for the last few years of our marriage and through the separation and divorce?
Back to the story. Back to the truth. So it’s June and the kids are with Cherrie in Michigan. The kids called once or twice while they were there. Shortly after they returned, the Department of Child Services launched an investigation of me for child abuse. DCS interviewed the kids, myself, and my ex, and they confirmed there was nothing to prevent me from seeing our children. I had lawyered up by then, and my lawyer sent her lawyer a request for me to see the children. My ex agreed to the kids Facetiming at a certain date/time. There were no court orders to prevent me from seeing the children, but she was “worried for the safety of the children,” and might agree to supervised visitation. Further, she stated that it was under the advisement of the Department of Child Services that I have supervised visitation. Only THAT was not true. She was completely making that up. DCS NEVER made that advisement. DCS never said anything about me not being a safe parent. So, I had my lawyer asked to setup Facetime calls with the kids. For 15 years, the only time I had left the kids was for a day and a half when I went to surprise my father for his 60th bday in 2009. Now my fatherhood was reduced to a few Facetimes. The situation grew ever bleaker.
Cherrie would tell me the kids wanted to speak with me, but when I called, she told me that they were already in bed. She would then try asking me questions about the case she was soon to be filing against me. It was weird to say the least, and I would not partake in that type of discussion. What was this woman planning? Through my lawyer, I requested parenting time, as it had been too long already that I had not seen my kids that lived just down the street. Cherrie told her lawyer that “per DCS” she was advised that “visitation was not permitted.” Again, there were no court orders in place. She was intentionally using the kids as pawns, purposefully keeping my kids from seeing me. She was going rogue and making things up, with false claims and fabricated endorsements from authorities, social workers, and any friends and employees that would help reinforce her lies. Parental alienation written all over it, right? Let’s call a spade a spade. There was an intentional 24/7 smear campaign to destroy me and my relationships with all my children. You would think that after 20 years of devotion and building a family, there might be an ounce of respect, right? WRONG! A day or so later, she filed a case in Family Court, and a judge issued emergency temporary orders that BANNED me from seeing the kids till September when a court date was scheduled.
So that was on July 16th, 2021, when the motion for emergency temporary orders was filed in family court. In the filing, DCS went on the record stating there was no need for a safety plan to be put in place, even though Cherrie’s lawyer had asked for this. DCS also said that Cherrie stated she had been keeping the kids at home during summer, as she feared that I would come and grab the kids if she took them to any camps or other public places. What the what? Parental alienation. School was about to start in early August, and my ex said the kids would be “exposed to the danger of the Father picking them up from school” (exact words). I hadn’t seen the kids since June 16th, before they all went to Michigan. I also had not had any contact with any one of them since that time, and I had not once gone to go see them, as any efforts to do so would have been used against me in court for sure. My ex said, “Brian is pressing to see the children and he is aware that the children will still start school, where he could pick them up if there were no court orders preventing him from doing so.” She also said that there were multiple complaints from the children of physical abuse. These fictitious claims were again all in her campaign to alienate me from my kids. Parental alienation. She told the judge of my DUI in 2017, and said she believed I had been drinking. She said Brian has “undiagnosed mental health issues and/or an untreated mental health diagnosis,” said I was “bipolar,” “likely using drugs and/or alcohol,” and requested a mental health evaluation. Cherrie claimed domestic violence, questioned my mental health stability, and had concerns about the safety and welfare of the children. In that same filing, she also said she would be filing for an Order of Protection for the children. Her lawyer requested the judge:
Award her temporary sole-decision-making
“Award” Father with supervised visitation
Submit a full panel of drug/alcohol testing
Order documentation to support her claims of my mental health instability
Order me to pay for all her legal fees
Since this was an “emergency filing,” the judge immediately granted her temporary sole custody, and set the court date for an evidentiary hearing on August 16, 2021.
I went two full months without seeing or speaking to any of my six children. I lived down the street from them, in the apartment that my ex chose for me, and was barred from seeing or speaking with my children. Can you imagine? My guess is that you cannot. Oh and during this time, my ex also rehomed our two 2-year-old dogs to some place in Georgia, and moved our oldest child to her friend’s house that was thinking of starting a developmental group home. I did not find all these things out until later.
On August 16th, both lawyers presented their case. The judge said, “Wait. You have not seen the kids in two months? They are coming over to your place today, and they did. He said custody would be 50/50 and a future court date was scheduled for November to discuss the dissolution of the marriage (i.e., divorce agreement).   
In November around Thanksgiving, our divorce agreement was filed. 50/50 kids, mutual decision-making. You would think there would be some finality when the divorce was final. You would think there would be some peace. But no, that could not be further from the truth.
Cherrie does not like following the court orders, especially when they do not benefit her. She was not sharing the kids with me 50% of the time. I told her that if she would not agree to the 50-50 kids that was court-ordered in November 2021, that I would just bring her back to court to get them to enforce it. Since I had brought up court, we went to the 50-50, and I thought it would be smooth sailing from there. Side note, by that time I had gotten an app called Our Family Wizard. I highly recommend it for parents that get divorced. Getting that app was a lifesaver for me, as before that time I had been receiving a barrage of texts and emails at all hours of the day and night. Ever since we split, my goal was to create a happy, peaceful life and reestablish my connections with my kids, as they, like any children of divorce, have to learn to navigate a life lived in two different homes.
A quick funny here just to lighten up this blog, then we’ll get back to the parental alienation bit.
While the kids were at my place, I sat them down for an important family meeting. I asked them some questions. I said, “When we were all in the same home, who was the president?” “MOM,” they all screamed in unison. “Who was the vice president?” “You/Dad,” they replied. “Who do people remember, the president or the vice president?” “The president!” they said. “Now, we live in two different homes. You have a life with your mother, and a life with your father. Who is the president now at mom’s house?” “Mom,” they exclaimed. “Who is the president at dad’s house?” A few of them still said “Mom!” Um, no.
Please read my “All I Wanted for Christmas” blog for details on the crazy events of Sept-Dec 2022.
Back to this story. So, it’s September 2022. My ex filed another emergency temporary order, a copy/paste with all the same claims against me, and for the past year I have only seen my kids every other Saturday. When you add up the hours I have seen them, it will add up to 8 days by the time this is all said and done. Her parental alienation, her emotional child abuse efforts, have been consistent ever since June 2021. That has not changed. Not once have any of her claims against me been validated or substantiated. Not one. Not by DCS, not by the police, not by the courts, not by anyone. Why is this so? BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL LIES. Unfortunately, my relationship with all of my kids continues to suffer.
There is so much more. If you remember, though I cried and begged the judge to allow my kids to come to my PhD graduation, they were prevented from going. My ex has blocked me from attending performances, orientations, even told schools I am not allowed to see my kids there (which is not true). She discovered I was at one of our kid’s tennis matches, and called him telling him he had to leave the meet early. Many of the kids have diagnoses or conditions that are "only at dad's house," though I see them just hours every othre week. These are just a few bullet points of my dad-bashed life over the past few years riddled with parental alienation.
Please keep me and my children in your thoughts and prayers. The date to settle custody will likely be close to the end of this year. Hopefully, the nightmare will be over then, at least, until she creates the next nightmare situation. Even next week, I go to court for criminal charges by her. I guess that means you can expect another blog next week. Ugh. Life should not be this hard, especially when all I want is peace.
I created this blog to raise awareness and bring the truth to the surface in this nightmare that is my unfortunate life at this time. I do have a GoFundMe to assist with the legal fees that continue to incur as I am in the fight of my life to get my kids back. Whether you donate a dollar, share my blog with others, or just keep me and my kids in your prayers, I appreciate the support of my friends and family during these trying times. From the depths of my daddy heart, I thank you for reading and thank you for your continued support.
GoFundMe: https:gofund.me/8a71bc5e
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50 Cent and Parental Alienation
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28th Dec 2017 supervised contact part 3 (hidden cam). & daddy wins again, NOT 😄😄 @Ayrton @buck!!!!! @tkslvr22 Link to full clip in the comments #funwithkids #supervisedcontact #justice4ayrton8gabrielleabreu www.justice4abreu.online #justice4daddyabreutoo #singleparent #daddygorilladumdum #fatherhoodbreakdown #parentalalienation #humanrights #falsedomesticabuse #narcicisticparent #implacablehostility #childabuse #CapCut #Cleethorpes #northeastlincolnshirechildrensservices
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mrpaulmulder · 15 days
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Tuesday, 9 April 2024 marks 6 years and 9 months since Nikki was abducted to Sofia, Bulgaria. Today I am 100% alienated from Nikki, have no contact or receive any news of his wellbeing. Parental Alienation is child abuse. https://www.facebook.com/reunitenikkianddaddy (Bulgarian).
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“As a woman, I have so much respect for my mom, but as a daughter, I have so much hatred” -18 year old me
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I’ve been having strokes
Since last week when I was hospitalized I have not been able to see straight. Turns out I’ve been having strokes that effect the part of my brain responsible for vision. I’ll be here for a while because they want to do surgericsl stuff and I am very sick. I’m heartbroken that my children won’t call or visit me and I may die without ever seeing them again. It has been four years and I’ve cried…
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drstaceylynn · 3 months
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My journey into mindfulness did not unfold in an ivory tower of academic pursuits but emerged from the well of personal challenges. In the corridors of college life, I grappled with the dichotomy of being both an athlete and an individual silently battling bulimia. This struggle would eventually become a crucial puzzle for understanding the mind-body connection.
Diagnosed with anxiety and depression, my journey has been a daily negotiation with the shadows that can eclipse the light of the present moment. Through this very struggle, the seeds of mindfulness were sown—seeds that would later blossom into a profound understanding of the transformative power of being fully present.
Tumultuous chapters have marked my personal life, including my pregnancy, which was threatened by my past eating disorder, and a marriage to a narcissist that ultimately led to a high-conflict divorce. The subsequent journey of parental alienation that threatened to sever the precious bond with my daughter—a journey fraught with heartache and resilience. The death of a parent from COVID-19 - and finally, as a parent navigating the trials of a teenage daughter's multiple chronic illnesses, the need for resilience and presence became not just a philosophical concept but a daily practice.
In the pages of “A Mindful Triumph,” I wear the hat of both an expert and a fellow traveler. The academic rigor of my credentials is coupled with the raw authenticity of a life lived with its share of triumphs and tribulations. Using personal stories and professional insights, "A Mindful Triumph" is a testament to mindfulness's transformative journey—one that transcends theory to become a lived experience.
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fumblerwatumbler · 9 months
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God lives in the small, simple moments, and can be found simply by patience and attention. He is “so easily missed” in the fast-moving chaos of daily life.
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j7cvera · 4 months
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As a victim of this type of abuse, this is mentally draining, exhausting and it's gaslighting at its best.
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amoebamom · 11 months
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Dear Journal,
It's been a while since I last posted, and even though there was plenty of stuff that I wanted to write about, I'm still not used to doing things this way (social media) so I'm working on improving myself (slowly but surely 🦥)💪💪💪
It's officially my birthday month, so it's Gemini season!♊️(that's all)😎💃🎶 I wanted to go to a certain theme park but not only is it expensive, it's too crowded for one ride😑 I don't think it's worth it to go right now, but the one in Japan is way better for sure! (maybe someday🐚).
In the meantime, I guess I can do something else that's fun, like a certain anime convention😉
Anyway, last month was an intense month with the two eclipses🌘, planetary alignment🔭, Mother's Day, and teething🦷 I felt very depleted/worn-out/exhausted😮‍💨
Mother's day was bittersweet for me, the sweet part is having a daughter for the first time, and bonding with her doing girly things💕 The bitter part is what happened with my first son and being alienated from his life for my 1st experience as a young mother.
I didn't realize that was the term until recently when I started my self-healing path and discovered a Parental Alienation counselor on Instagram, whose an expert in Narcissistic Abuse and how to heal the relationship with the kids (well, adult now😏).
Once you have an awareness of what's happening, then you're able to make the necessary changes to start the healing process❤️‍🩹🙏 At least the reconnecting part had already started before I knew the term🥰 and I hope I'm able to repair that damaged relationship with my son🫂 (Love you Pooky!🥺)
Anyway, there's a Strawberry Full Moon in Sagittarius on the 3rd, and things are already starting to get crazy. You see it with a lot of things that are happening everywhere in the world and also in my personal life. Things seem tense somehow, or maybe it's just me🤷‍♀️ but things are shifting for sure🤔
Well, that's all I can think for now unless I think of more later, then I will just post another one. 👋
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savelonkar · 1 year
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CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER
Jesus said the truth will set you free. It’s time for me to speak my truth. I’m hoping one day it will set me free. All I want is peace in this life: peace of mind, peace in interactions, peace in relationships. Unfortunately, all my ex wants is war.
You see, we were together for 20 years. We built a life together and raised six kids. It was never easy. Did we struggle from time to time? Certainly, as would any couple. But in 2016, it all went downhill from there. That was the year she conjured up the fake cancer. Yup, you read that right.
CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER
Around the time Cherrie turned 35, I was already 41-ish, and had personally started going to the doctor to get the routine checkups you would as an aging individual. Cherrie had never really done the same, so I suggested she see the breast doctor since she was 35 and all. The first time she went for a check-up, or boob-smashing, she informed the breast doctor that her father had cancer years ago. The next appointment, I went along with Cherrie. At the time, I was working full-time, as I was always the sole provider, and I was teaching and working through my email during the appointment. After all, this was just a checkup, right? During the appointment, the doctor asked if anyone else in Cherrie’s family had gotten cancer as of late, and it just so happened that her aunt Carol, her mother’s sister, had breast cancer pretty recently. When the doctor heard that, she left the room for a few minutes, then came back. When she returned, she told Cherrie she would now need a double mastectomy. I admit I was half-listening when she said that. I was shocked, and like, “Can we get a second opinion?” The doctor explained that this was a preventative measure, based on an algorithm, and insurance companies started approving of this procedure, as it saves them money in the long run. Angelina Jolie was one that many will remember having done this same thing. When we went home, I started looking up other alternatives. I told Cherrie she should see another doctor, get another opinion, look at other options. Why did she have to do ANYTHING? There is NO CANCER. Plus, we were up to six kids at that time. Our littlest guy was just nine months old, and breastfeeding. Cherrie talked to family and friends, and then went full-tilt on doing the double mastectomy. She started a Facebook “tribe” to catalog her story, she started “Cherrie’s tribe” on Facebook, and started gathering followers, to follow her pseudo cancer story. 
She died her hair purple, an FU to the pink that represents breast cancer. She got others to wear purple to support. A few weeks later, in February, she gathered myself and a few friends, and she was singing and dancing and rapping all the way to the operating room. She fist-pumped to the Australian Sia/David Guetta’s Titanium. I really did not have much time to process all of this. With everything that was happening, we also had six kids, ranging from less than a year, all the way to eight years of age. All I really understood was that Cherrie was steadfast through this whole thing.
Three or four hours into Cherrie’s double mastectomy, Dr. K, the breast surgeon, came out and found me. I was grading a bunch of classes to pass the time. “Good news!” “We did not find any cancer.” “I know,” I said to myself, relieved but then again, there was NEVER any signs of CANCER. Check this actual post from her good friend that was at the hospital at that time:
UPDATE: first portion of the surgery (the bi-lateral mastectomy) is complete and "went off without a hitch" and everything looked good. The breast surgeon is “fairly certain pathology on the breast tissue will come back benign". Since Cherrie had no active cancer and the suspicious lymph node appears to have been only an infection as it shrunk back to normal size (cancerous lymph nodes do not do that without help) there is a 1-3% chance of anything showing up. Pathology results will be back Monday. They did not do a node biopsy or sentinel node biopsy as the node is normal, it is just standard procedure to send the breast tissue to pathology. The plastic surgeon is doing her portion now (placing the expanders) and should be done in the next 2 hours.
Read that again. That was the truth.
Four hours later, Cherrie was boob-free. For the greater part of the next two years, as Cherrie lie there healing and posting about her story on the “tribe” page, the majority of the days and nights at home, I became the kids’ father and mother all wrapped up in one. Our littlest child was not even a year old when she had the big surgery, so he had to stop breastfeeding, and he could not even go onto his mommy’s lap (due to all the surgeries and incisions) for a couple of months. Every few months, her body would not react well to its healing, there’d be an infection, the list goes on, and she would have to go in for more surgeries (first to heal something that was not healing correctly, and eventually for reconstruction). When the same breast surgeon went in there at the end of April, they called it a bilateral necrosis and unilateral infection. Dead tissue was removed, and the infection was cleaned. 
Fast forward to today, I combed through Cherrie’s Tribe page, because I really wasn’t sure where the fake cancer story started, when she went from saying there was no cancer, to saying she was a cancer survivor. But I can bet that Cherrie knew where this story was going even before she got to the hospital for that first surgery. It was primed and fluffed to be a well-scripted string of half-truths and lies.
You see, Cherrie has this weird thing. She takes bits and pieces of other peoples’ stories, or she crafts her own stories to garner attention or favor or money, and then she morphs them into what she says is her own story. You know that lady that made up crap about her daughter Gypsy Rose? Well, Cherrie makes up crap about her own conditions and diagnoses. I would not figure all of this out until after we had split, years later.
Let me give you an example. Over the years, Cherrie said she had 11 miscarriages. That’s right, she said she had 11 miscarriages with me. More often than not, I would get a call while at work, and she would tell me she “lost the baby.” I grieved hard every fricking time. There was only one time I remember going to the doctor, during one of our “pregnancies,” and then they told us that we no longer had a baby. There was one time, we had to do a D&C (Dilation and Curettage), and that really happened. But all the others, like the other 9? Who knows if they ever happened. You know, Cherrie was engaged to a guy that was already married, before I was in the picture, back in 2000-2001. He had an apartment with Cherrie, while his wife and their babies lived in a neighboring suburb. To throw the scent off, Cherrie’s then “fiancé” informed his actual wife that he just had a crashpad w/Cherrie, as they were flight attendants together. He also said that Cherrie contracted HIV at a very young age due to all the blood transfusions she had as a child. The actual wife grew suspicious, as her husband had many late night/early morning phone calls with Cherrie. There was one phone call she overheard, when her husband was speaking to Cherrie, he said, “Everything is gonna be alright, as long as I continue to get sympathy from my wife.” Back in 2001, Cherrie went with her mother and her “fiancé” and bought an engagement ring/wedding band set. The rings cost her mother $5500. The "fiance" that was already married, to his college sweetheart. His actual wife had a baby in 2000, they had another baby in 2002. Cherrie and her "fiancé" were together in 2001. Cherrie told me that she got pregnant with his baby, too, and then lost it. Who knows if that ever happened.
Back to the “cancer.”
Here’s the thing, she NEVER HAD CANCER. It was all a lie. She started fabricating the “cancer story” immediately after she came home from her double mastectomy. Like IMMEDIATELY, like the day or two after she was able to come home. March 1st, 2016, to be exact. She became my ghost writer, and put a bunch of loving husband posts and fictitious information about her surgery and her recovery. She did this for two entire years! When you look through the Cherrie’s Tribe page on Facebook, I’ll bet like 1-2% of the posts “by me” were actually written by me. In fact, when Cherrie was in the hospital (the first time, February 2016), she asked for my Facebook login and password. This was all a setup, one that helped her gain followers to follow her FAKE CANCER story. While she was healing, she was on lots of drugs, pain meds and such. She sat their like a vegetable many days, sat their in a very nice big electronic lounge chair that one of her friends purchased with their bingo or knitting club money. We had a Meal Train on and off for like two years, and since we did not have any relatives here in Arizona, sometimes relatives would come to visit. “What can I do to help?” they all asked me. I told them that I would take care of all the six kids, and their best efforts were to stay by Cherrie’s side, make sure she is taking her pain meds, and be there for her. By the time I would get to bed, I would be absolutely beat, from working all day, and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to create some normalcy with the daily routine for our kids in an abnormal situation. Once Cherrie was ��healed,” she started taking girlfriend trips immediately, to celebrate her “beating cancer.” It was all a lie, one that she used to broadcast a fake condition, and one that helped her grow socially to grandiose proportions. After all, who wouldn’t love a super mom with six kids that fought and beat cancer? Cherrie then told me that, given her “near death” experience, that she changed and I didn’t. When did I have time to “change?” She never had cancer, and I had to run my ass off and play along with her fakedom, taking care of six kids while working a full-time job, going to college, and teaching classes at the university.
Cherrie then used her newfound notoriety to start what is now her thriving business, that serves the special needs and foster/adopt population. The thing is, she NEVER HAD CANCER. Yet that one truth, or in her case, that one LIE, is what she built a million dollar business on.
Seriously, do you have any relatives that fake things like cancer? I have a cousin that once brought a baby that was not hers to a Christmas gathering, and I thought that was the lowest thing ever. But to fake CANCER? One more thing I have to say about that. In 2016, one of my closest colleagues Dave got diagnosed with cancer, and slowly deteriorated over the next two years till he died from his disease. When he was finished with chemo, as his body could not take anymore, he gave his bell that he got at his final chemo treatment to me, to give to Cherrie. He thought it might help her gather strength to beat it. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, as my life was busy covering up this gargantuan lie. So, I brought it home and gave her this gift. Shortly after my dear friend Dave died, I asked Cherrie if I could give the bell back to Dave’s widow. Her response was, “Well, it WAS a GIFT to ME.” And she wasn’t having it. To this day, you will find Dave’s bell sitting like an unearned trophy in her bedroom, for all to see.
CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER.
The late Archbishop Desmond Tutu once said, “There is justice, and there is injustice. There is no in-between.” The last few years, I have experienced many injustices. I have cried more in the past two years than I ever have in my entire life. Life is not meant to be this hard. My life is supposed to be MY LIFE. It’s time to start shouting the truth from the rooftops. She’s the Facebook life. I’m the real life.
I’ve already lost almost two years here with my kids. Every time I think my life cannot get any worse, it does. When will this pain and heartache end? When will I be able to see my kids, back to the 50/50 it stated in our divorce decree from two years ago?
From September through December, Cherrie had other people in her life drop our kids off at the “transfer.” She “showed up” for the first time in 4 months to “transfer” our kids at the police station on Christmas Eve. She called the cops. They wished me a Merry Christmas, then asked her to leave. I took five of my kids to Phoenix to feed the homeless in their camps at 10th/12th and Roosevelt. Now, for my 48th birthday, I must go get fingerprinted, because she is saying I violated some order or process. We’ve been divorced for almost two years now. All I want is peace. All she wants is war. You would think after spending 20 years together, there would be some level of human decency. It’ll make a great book/documentary/movie, I guess. Merry Christmas and Happy Bday to me.
CHERRIE NEVER HAD CANCER.
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talktoangel2 · 11 months
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Co-Parenting After Divorce: Tips to Make it Work
Co-Parenting can be a difficult and trying process, especially if there are kids involved. Co-parenting after divorce can also be difficult, but it's important for the well-being of the children and the parents to make it work. 
Co-parenting after divorce can be a challenging and emotional experience.
 Here are some of the common challenges that co-parents may face.
Communication Issues
Effective communication is essential for successful co-parenting, but it can be difficult to achieve after a divorce. Communication breakdowns can lead to misunderstandings, missed appointments, and a general lack of cooperation. Co-parents may have difficulty communicating due to unresolved anger, resentment, or distrust.
Differing Parenting Styles
Co-parents may have different approaches to parenting, and this can cause conflict. One parent may be more strict while the other is more relaxed. Differing parenting styles can lead to disagreements over discipline, routines, and even values. It's important for co-parents to find a way to compromise and establish a consistent parenting approach.
Scheduling and Logistics
Co-parents may face scheduling and logistical challenges when it comes to arranging visitation, transportation, and other arrangements. This can be especially difficult if the co-parents live far apart or have conflicting work schedules. Co-parents may need to work together to find creative solutions to these challenges.
Emotional Turmoil
Divorce can be an emotional experience, and co-parents may continue to struggle with feelings of anger, sadness, or grief. These emotions can make it difficult to maintain a positive co-parenting relationship. Co-parents may need to seek professional support or counseling to help them process their emotions and move forward.
Financial Issues
Co-parenting can also be expensive, and co-parents may have disagreements over finances. One parent may feel that they are contributing more than the other, or they may have different ideas about how to allocate resources. Co-parents may need to work together to establish a financial plan that works for everyone.
Co-parenting can be a challenging and complex process, especially if there are unresolved conflicts or communication issues between co-parents. TalktoAngel is an online platform that can connect you with licensed therapists who specialize in co-parenting and can provide guidance and support in managing your situation.
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mrpaulmulder · 24 days
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Happy Easter 2024 Nikki!
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taebond-blog · 1 year
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Just finished a 5 day water ONLY 💦FAST with another mom who is being alienated from her daughter. She and I Both went into prayer and meditation 🙏🏽💜🌸for a great cause for ALL the Alienated Families who are not able to see their son/daughter/ children due to Parental Alienation 🌸🙏🏽💜💦Fasting demonstrates the depth of your desire when praying for something. It shows you that you are serious enough about your prayer request to sacrifice food. God honors deep desire and praying in faith.#waterfast #waterfasting #waterfastingforhealing #waterfastforhealth🧠 #fastingandprayer #parentalalienation #parentalalienationischildabuse #parentalalienationawareness #parentalalienationisacrime https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqfn5Gfrzht/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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