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Parental Alienation Syndrome 1
It’s the little things…
Rest assured that the important people and events in your life will never go unrecognized.
A true story of psychological and emotional abuse.
In loving memory of Pamela Mae of the family Webb (1952-2007)
 
Parental Alienation Syndrome 2
I
magine if you will a child’s paternal grandmother passing away in the arms of herson, just before passing she looked up at her son and said “Where is
Jessica
?! I‘m so sorry
Michael
”, a tear rolled down her cheek as she took her last breath and she was goneforever.
Oh
God
!
, what just happened?!
Jessica’s
paternal grandmother died mourning theloss of her grandchild for over ten years and her grandchild was alive and well in the samemetropolitan area for all of those years.She died in this manner as a result of
secret
custody papers drawn up by hergrandchild’s mother, her current husband and their lawyers. How can a family quantify theloss of a beloved child for over thirteen years and the death of that child’s lovinggrandmother, who died with that child’s name on her lips and her love in her heart? I can't,but I can feel it every second of my life; it shall never leave me.I want you to think hard about it for a moment,
those of you that love your childrenmore than yourself
can imagine the weight of these years on one's family; on one's soul.Our child’s loving grandmother was a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul, her artistictalent was absolutely incredible she could bring anything to life with any type of media. Ionly mention this because her grandchild is also a very talented artist and looks just likeher grandmother as a young lady; yet her grandmother died as if she
never existed, orwasn't worthy
.Our child's paternal grandfather passed away before she was two years old, he alsoloved his grandchild with all of his heart; it hurts to think this let alone write it, only by thegrace of
God
he didn't have to live through these last thirteen torturous years.
How
couldsuch a loss happen?! And
why
would anyone go to such lengths?! And
who
wouldperpetrate such psychological and emotional abuse onto anyone?!
W
ell first;
how
could such a loss happen?! My first born child’s mother and I had avery tumultuous relationship, she was habitually unfaithful to me throughout our entireexperience and subsequently I had serious trust issue's; inevitably the relationship endedbefore our child was two years old, about a month or so before her paternal grandfatherpassed away. In the end I got into some trouble for trashing our apartment and our car; myexperience with her was
THE
most confusing time in my life.I decided to move to Vancouver in an effort to stay out of trouble, I spent elevenmonths in Vancouver with some friends. I was always in continual contact with ourdaughter on the phone; through letters and cards but I couldn't bare to be away from ourchild any longer, so I returned to Toronto. I was ready to do whatever I needed to, so that Icould
share
in our beautiful daughters life; things were great for the next three and a halfyears or so. Our daughter and I shared weekly visits for lunch or dinner, visit hergrandmother, sometimes a movie at the theatre, whatever we wanted,
Jessica Dawn
and I
loved each other very deeply
.
In loving memory of Pamela Mae of the family Webb (1952-2007)
 
Parental Alienation Syndrome 3
Then one week her mother told me our visit would be downtown. When I arriveddowntown our daughter was not there, only her mother standing in front of the
C
hildren's
A
id
S
ociety head office. Once inside we were ushered into a small conference room with Ithink four or five lawyers and
C.A.S.
workers and a stack of documents on the table;
immediately
 
these lawyers told me “If I don't want to endure a lengthy custody battle Ishould sign everything they want me to sign”. Nobody asked me if I had council; nobodyasked me if I wanted council, but that was just the point of our little pow-wow;
our child’smother knew that I didn't have any legal council ever
.Therefore everyone in that room knew I didn't have council, as a matter of facteverybody in that room knew that I would not contest whatever they had in front of me,because I had
always
told her mother that I would
never contest
any issue's she had, aslong as we could
share
in our daughters life, whatever her mom wanted. I looked at hermother and asked
“Is this what you want me to do?!”
she said
“Yes”,
so without reading asingle sentence from hundreds of pages I signed
everything she wanted
me to sign. Andthere it is;
how
a loving family lost a loving child, a loving grandchild and a loving niece,pretty special.I still don't know what I signed on that day, but I do know now that whatever Isigned for her gave them the power to
choose to abuse
; to this day not a single soul hasever told me that we wouldn't see our child again and believe me I've seen her mothermany many times since, begging her to let us see our daughter and she has never told methat we would never see our child again. She asked me the last time I was in front of her“Why didn't you fight for her?!”. I am very sorry; I did something far worse;
I've begged toshare in her life time and time and time again
, I was not aware having legal council was aprerequisite to love our daughter.
N
ow;
why
would anyone go to such lengths?! Understand that I can only speculateon
why
; b
ut I've had twelve years to peel away the layers. I do know that there is
nothing
that can be said to
justify
the psychological and emotional abuse of our daughter and myentire family. I know that when she was six years old my daughter asked them “Where ismy daddy?!” and they did not say “We don't want you to see your father ever again.”So it has been
only their untruth's
since I signed a stack of documents for them. I amgoing to say what I need to say, I will not go away and die quietly as they would wish it,
Iam going to share the truth's of our story with the world.
Hard-copies by the thousands atfamily courts, Children's Aid Society offices, where you all work and live, posted onfacebook and blogspot; everywhere I can.But let's get back to
why?!
In it's most basic form
convenience,
go a little deeper youfind
fear
,
a little deeper still and you find
Parental Alienation
. Obviously there was somefriction between
Laura and Steve Craig 
over our weekly visitation rights, so what’s
In loving memory of Pamela Mae of the family Webb (1952-2007)

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