About the Yank-Parental Alienation Posts

The Yank is David, he’s easy enough to track down…  He came to the UK on business in 1987, and after 5 years of back and forth, finally settled down here.  Although a Yank, and still a citizen, he is also a subject of Her Majesty the Queen, but enough about that…

David, the yankDavid grew up in a gritty Irish middle class suburb south of Boston, and was regularly mercilessly beaten by a father who turned 18 in 1943 and got to go backpacking across Europe for 2 years carrying an M1 rifle.  The stories were shocking, but then that is a topic for another day…  There was no such thing as post traumatic stress disorder, you just came home and regularly beat the crap out of everyone to blow off the steam.  Problem is that every other family I knew had the same problem, so I didn’t consider it all that unusual.  To say I was poorly prepared for any sort of relationship with the opposite sex would be a drastic understatement…

I ended up having more relationships than I’ll ever admit to and was a sitting duck waiting to be taken.  I was fortunate early on in the computer business to do pretty well, and became a millionaire before I was 40, but only just.  Successful, but not any real great shakes…  In the late 80’s I met the girl of my dreams named Eve, and married her in the early 90’s.  We had a great life together, but she had 3 kids and I had none.  The desire to have kids overcame me, and I made the most outrageous mistake of my life and fell for a woman named Meg Sung.  No she wasn’t Chinese, she had been married to a Chinaman, and she was from the Detroit suburb of Bloomfield Hills.  I didn’t learn until much later that she had a half dozen other names, but originally she was Margaret Schultz.

I’ve been waiting a long time to tell the story that no one in the story can ever tell until the story is over…  It is the story of how I’ve coped with what many psychologists are now calling the most devastating and insidious form of child abuse going.  A friend asked me recently if I missed my daughter Sydney, I replied: only on days when the sun rises…

Parental alienation is a pretty straightforward concept to understand, it is where one parent engages in any and every form of destruction of the other parent (verbal, physical, and every other way possible) to the child or children with the aim of using that to either extort money or some other bit of collateral from the other parent.  Most of the time it is women doing it against men, but occasionally it goes the other way.  Most of the spousal physical abuse in the world we live in is from out-of-control & bad-tempered men onto women. it has reached the point now here in the United Kingdom, where a woman just has to pick up the phone and say the word abuse, and there will be a parade of police cars there in moments.  Parental Alienators are child abusers, and those who assist them assist child abuse, and in the case of Social Services here, they promote it…

My experience is that if you are a man, you are for the most part guilty until you could prove yourself innocent. In the 5 years of the horror, and the dozens of incidents, she finally got tossed in the drunk tank for a weekend, but other than that, if you are a woman in the UK, you have carte blanche to do what you want.  I remember joking with my friends that the police would only actually pay attention if, after hacking my arm off with a butcher knife, I was holding the severed arm, had video taped it, had her sign a permission to video it, and made 4 copies of the video for them.  Then they would do something, but nothing short of that…

In the UK, there is no downside if you are a woman.  My ex-wife, Meg Allen flagrantly broke 52 separate court orders with complete impunity.  And that was not just any court, it was the High Court.  In court you always get all this blah blah blah about how serious the court orders are, the whole thing is a joke…

After reading the shocking stories of child abuse permitted and promoted by Social Services in Oxford, I decided that enough is enough…  Anyway, the Surrey story begins…

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