When Two-Parent Households Become Dangerous

broken home A couple of weeks ago, The New York Times opinion section published a piece by Sara Shoener titled, “Two-Parent Households Can Be Lethal:  Domestic Violence and Two-Parent Households.”  Shoener discusses how she has been studying Domestic Violence since 2011, when the Center For Disease Control and Prevention reported that more than one-third of American women are assaulted by an intimate partner during their lives.  After years of studying the services for domestic violence survivors, she came to the shocking realization that one of the most common barriers to a women’s safety was the high value our culture places on two-parent families. Of course, after making a bold statement such as this, she received many haters.  In my opinion, however, those who hated on her realization didn’t really understand what she was trying to say.  It would be easy to jump to the conclusion that Shoener was somehow making a statement against two-parent households, but this is not how I read her statement at all.  I think the crux of her argument hits on how dangerous societal pressures can be when it comes to relationships.  For example, many women internalize the idea that marriage should be equated with success.  Women are often told by our culture that the right thing to do is to marry the father of your children, and support a relationship between them.  On the flip side, our society also puts tremendous pressure on men to marry the mother of their child, regardless of the health of that relationship at the time when the child is born. I think supporting two-parent households is a good thing; however, it is dangerously naive to think that a two-parent household that features an unhealthy marriage is better than two parents co-parenting separately.  Raising children in a two-parent households is not the only way possible to raise healthy children.

The Night I Should Have “Stayed Gone”: When I read Shoener’s article, I thought back to December 2010.  I was  a little over two months pregnant with Prince, and things started to get really strange in my relationship with Luc.  One night in December, Luc started asking me for money.  He expected me to pay for his bills, and seemed to have every reason under the sun as to why he couldn’t make ends meet.  When I pushed back, questioning why he was unable to help pay the bills, he exploded into a psychopathic rage.  It was one of the scariest things I had ever seen, and I distinctly remember thinking, ‘omg….he looks crazy’. The night Luc raged on me, I left.  I drove for hours, and fully intended on never returning to the house.  I was scared, but I didn’t know what I was more afraid of – Luc or the idea of being a single mother.  As I drove that night, trying to clear my head and make a decision, I talked to many friends and family. Regardless of how many of them were already having doubts about Luc, the overwhelming response was that because he was the father of my unborn child, I had to try and make amends.  As I sit here writing, I cannot express to you all how much I wish I had kept running that night.

The Dichotomy: I don’t blame society for what happened to me, or even for the fact that I stayed in a relationship with a psychopath for way longer than I should have.  I do, however, recognize how my beliefs at the time were molded by what society has taught me.  The sad dichotomy in our society is that we encourage people (both men and women) to stay in a relationship with the mother/father of their children often despite whether that relationship is toxically unhealthy.  Almost at the same time, we admonish those who stay in abusive relationships and overwhelmingly “blame the victim.” I have often talked about how it is my belief that children have access to healthy people who love them.  While I see healthy fathers, and mothers every single day who could be posters for positive parenting, I also see negative role models on both sides of the fence.  There are fathers and mothers who stay in unhealthy relationships for fear of losing their children in a divorce, or because of the pressure they feel from society to stay married.

A New Perspective: If someone told me five years ago that I would one day choose to be a single mother, I would have laughed (nervous laughter) before starting to cry.  The idea of being a single parent terrified me, because I had bought into society’s negative view on single parenthood.  While I knew it was silly to believe that people raised by single parents are automatically destined to become criminals and prostitutes (yes, some people actually believe this to be true), the idea of actually being a single mother still worried me. Having had the experience of staying in an extremely dangerous relationship, simply because of the belief that a two-parent household was better than one, I recognize the need for our societal beliefs to change.  We need to get to the point where we can encourage people to seek out positive and healthy relationships, and as a society we need to recognize that not every two-parent household is good for children. There is no doubt in my mind that there will be at least one man, and at least one woman, reading this post who is suffering through an unhealthy relationship.  There are loads of reasons people stay in relationships, but I am going to guess that the man and woman I am talking about…they are in the relationship because they love their children.  What they fail to realize is that their unhealthy relationship with the other parent is also likely an unhealthy situation for their children.   

An Excerpt from the Upcoming Book, Bullied to Death: The Chris Mackney Story

 

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The author of this week’s guest post is freelance, investigative reporter Michael Volpe.  Michael is based out of Chicago and the author of two books, Prosecutors Gone Wild and The Definitive Dossier of PTSD in Whistleblowers.  His current project is a book based on Chris Mackney, a father who committed suicide in late 2013 after a long and chaotic Custody War over his two young children.  This week’s post is an excerpt from Michael’s book about Chris Mackney.  Please give Michael a warm welcome to the Cappuccino Queen community.  


At the end of January 2014, Mackney’s suicide note was removed from his website, Good Men Did Nothing. Chris Mackney’s note first resurfaced on the website of Henry Makow in February 2014.

Makow lives in Canada. He gained fame in the 1980s with his board game, Scruples. He has since gone on to become a conspiracy theorist believing that the world is controlled by Jewish banking interests and the illuminati. Those who subscribe to such conspiracy theories view the family courts as an extension of a feminist takeover. As such, he is interested in any family court corruption, at least against males.

Though Makow is part of a fringe movement, he has thousands of followers, and as a result, the note’s initial run created some buzz.

From there, it was published on about fifteen websites throughout the months of February, March and April of 2014.

The run was driven by the so-called fringe, or more kindly counter culture movement. In fact, from the beginning, movements which believe in conspiracies like the illuminati, a feminist take over, and other conspiracies have had an insatiable appetite for Mackney’s suicide note. This is especially true of the Men’s Rights Movement which turned Chris Mackney’s suicide into a cause celebre after the website, A Voice For Men, publicly challenged Dina Mackney’s copyright notice.

Though the MRM has made Mackney into a cause celebre, he wasn’t necessarily a believer in their world view. No longer in a position to give permission, Mackney had become attached to a movement viewed by many as extreme. As an example, here’s one comment following an Imgur.com post on his suicide. “The association with MRAs (Men’s Right’s Associations) and AVFM has seriously undermined my ability to believe this guy’s story.”

The Men’s Rights Movement (MRM) was originally started as an answer to feminism, which it viewed as trying to punish the male species today for prior injustices against women, real and imagined. In its most extreme form, it is misogyny of the highest order. The extreme elements of the MRM are led by a man named Peter Andrew Nolan, who runs the site Crimes Against Fathers. Nolan is a victim of family court abuse in Australia who now lives in Europe. He regularly advocates violence saying this to me on Facebook, “If men cared about men someone else would have killed Dina Mackney and do Chris the favor. I have long told men that if they cared about each other they would watch each other’s backs.” Nolan attempted to justify his call for murder by suggesting that there is a war against men in family courts, and this is a legitimate response to war.

His website published some of the most extreme and inflammatory statements against Dina Mackney after her news of her copyright notice went public, calling her a “man hating bitch” and publishing most Dina Mackney’s personal information: her office address, Twitter handle, Facebook page, Linked In page, and other personal information.

Publishing personal information about women he dislikes is nothing new for Nolan. In 2013, Nolan revealed the name of a female Ohio University student who he believed had filed a false sexual assault claim, publishing personal details like her name, phone number, street address, and email. The student he identified turned out to be the wrong individual, not to mention that it’s far from clear that the sexual assault allegation is false, and the female student was forced to go into hiding and even dropping out of school that semester.

In a Buzzfeed article on the controversy, Nolan was unapologetic saying that even if the woman “goes out tomorrow and buys a gun and blows her head off that’s not a problem for me. I’m prepared to say that in the public,” he said to Buzzfeed. “Now the reason I’m prepared to say that in the public is because I’m reflecting back the exact same attitude that it would be if it were a man.”

People like Nolan likely did more harm than good in regards to spreading Mackney’s story. “They (sites like Nolan’s) discredited themselves (with their rhetoric)” Jill Peterson Mitchell told. (Jill Peterson Mitchell is a friend of Mackney’s whose ex-husband is now dating Chris’s ex-wife)

Hera McLeod runs a site called Cappuccino Queen, in which she details her own nightmare in family court. On May 21, 2014, she published an article on Mackney’s suicide and she made the same point. “Upon googling Chris’ name to find out the details of his death, I noticed many websites that have attempted to exploit and twist his story in an attempt to make it appear as though it was something that it was not.”

The more mainstream elements of the MRM center on the website A Voice For Men (AVFM) which is run by Paul Elam, a man I’ve come to know and work with in relation to this story. Elam has been criticized for writing a blog post in 2010 which his critics say he made light of rape, and even encouraged others to commit the act. Elam has repeatedly countered that the post was a piece of “provocative satire”. In June 2014, Elam and AVFM hosted the first International Conference on Men’s Issue. Local feminists protested the conference so vociferously that it needed to be moved from the Double Tree Hotel in Detroit to a Veteran of Foreign War facility in the suburbs. Despite the controversy, or possibly because of it, the conference was covered by most mainstream media, with stories appearing on Fox News Channel, USA Today, CNN, MSNBC, Salon, and others. AVFM condemned Nolan as an extremist in a blog post in May 2014.

I’ve personally found Elam, like Henry Makow, to be honest and professional in my own dealings with them, while I found Nolan to be frightening. Furthermore, though I believe that both Makow and Elam have a very specific agenda when it comes to this story, I’ve found they want the whole truth to be told, and as evidence, they were both willing to highlight and detail the 1960s murder for hire by Dina Mackney’s father, Pete Scamardo.

Outside of the MRM, such folks are often viewed as extremists. As an example the so-called Manosphere, a loose collection of blogs and other websites, has been blamed by Mark Potok of the Southern Poverty Law Center for the shooting massacre perpetrated by Elliot Rodger at University of California at Santa Barbara because these website often become a forum for men to take their frustrations out on individual women and the female race in general. This was a dubious and inflammatory charge given that three of Rodger’s six victims were male and his long history of mental illness but shows just how extreme many view the MRM.

Elam told me that rather than a fringe or extremist movement, the MRM is a form of counter culture.

When the far left website, Raw Story, picked up the saga on May 2, 2014, the comments section turned into a screaming match between feminists and father’s rights activists with each side calling the other extremists.

So, now extend that same perspective to Chris Mackney’s story. If his story is a cause celebre to the MRM, then by extension, he must become a villain in the world of the feminists. One can see a microcosm of that in the Raw Story article where a feminist using the handle Sharon Armstrong, possibly a pseudonym, repeatedly defends Dina Mackney’s actions, attacks Chris Mackney, and at one point even attacks Marc Randazzo (the first amendment attorney who defended AVFM against the copyright infringement filed by Dina Mackney’s attorney) referring to him as “man hating.”

MRM activists blistered Ms. Armstrong suggesting she was stupid and a man hater. The name calling between Armstrong and the MRM activists mirrored those which can be found in most arguments, on the internet and otherwise, between liberals and conservatives. (Armstrong’s comments have since been removed by Raw Story)

Whatever the analysis of the MRM or the feminist movement, Chris Mackney had nothing to do with either of them. Some called him a father’s rights or family court reform activist but that’s strictly because he started Good Men Did Nothing. Chris Mackney no more believed in the illuminati than I believe in the illuminati. Furthermore, while father’s rights groups claim the proverbial deck is stacked against men in family court, Mackney reached out both women and men for help.

While both feminists and the MRM believe that the family court system is corrupt and biased, but disagree on which gender is on the receiving end of the bias, Chris Mackney had no time for such philosophical debates. All he was looking to do was find someone, anyone, who would help him.

Hera McLeod, in the same May post, echoed this sentiment.

The very fact that Chris had asked to work with me shows that he was not a man trying to tie himself with an anti-women’s movement or speak out against mothers.  From what I knew of Chris through our conversations, he was a man who was trying to survive the horrible legal abuse he was enduring.  He was trying to find a way to get back into his children’s lives.  He was trying to navigate a broken system.

None of those things have much to do with gender politics.

(DISCLAIMER: The opinions expressed in this piece are that of the author, Michael Volpe, and don’t necessarily reflect that of Cappuccino Queen.)

Co-Parenting With A Psychopath: The Story of The Headless Bear

 

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Some of you who have been following my blog since the beginning, may remember this story.  I am releasing it from the CQ vault today, because I think it illustrates the complete chaos that many parents feel when forced to co-parent with another parent who is mentally unhealthy (or specifically, a psychopath).  I wrote this post a little over two years ago, when I was in the throws of co-parenting hell with Luc.  Every visit was a nightmare, and my mind would race from the time I dropped Prince off to well beyond the time when I picked him up.

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June 2012, a week before Prince’s first birthday: 

When I first became exposed to the term “co-parenting”, I remember having a visceral reaction.  I was sitting in the three hour court mandated co-parenting class, breaking into a sweat, and having what felt like a full on panic attack as the woman leading the class showed slides of “parenting schedules.”  ‘How in hell was I going to co-parent with a man who was capable of such terrible things,’ I thought as I tried to get myself under enough control to not look like a crazy woman.  At the beginning of the class, the leaders made a point to tell everything to disregard most of what was being said if you were in a situation with abuse/domestic violence.

For some reason, this statement made me feel worse because I knew that somehow the courts were not going to treat my case the same as a cookie cutter domestic violence case (as if there ever is one).  I knew how good Luc was at playing in that “grey area” of criminality and how adept at making himself look like the victim he was.  That panic that I felt throughout the entire three hours of that class only seemed to get worse as the months passed.  While I don’t break out into sweats and actively panic every single time I drop my son off, I never feel at ease because I know his father is damaging.  The point of co-parenting is to allow the child to have a healthy relationship with both parents even if the parents are no longer together.  My motherly instincts will not allow me to trust that baby boy is ever going to be able to have a healthy relationship with his father because his father is not healthy.

One of my coworkers wrote on the white board at her desk the phrase, “Crazy people make sane people crazy.”  Most people who have never had the misfortune of co-parenting with a sociopath (if that is even what you would call this) might think that the below story sounds a little crazy.  Honestly, I feel a little crazy sometimes whenever I try and get in Luc’s head and proactively prepare for his next crazy stunt.  You tell me, is this crazy?  Or is this just a reaction to the insanity of being forced to co-parent with a sociopath?

 

The Headless Bear

When a person creates an environment of distrust, it makes you question everything.  Since the beginning of this nightmare (i.e. the existence of Luc in my life), I have been lied to on a regular basis by this man.  Many of the lies have put both me and my family in harms way.  Every time I think that things have calmed down, the man pulls another crazy move that I didn’t anticipate.

These crazy moves have left me attempting to anticipate the lies and deception before they happen.  Please note, this is not easy as sometimes it makes you feel like you are going down the rabbit hole of crazy.

For my son’s first birthday, Luc bought him a build-a-bear.  This was the very first thing that Luc had ever gotten the baby so as you can imagine I was a bit skeptical of this furry creature.  Part of me thought, ‘come on cappuccino queen, it’s just a bear’ but then the other voice (the skeptic) said, ‘wait a second…he never does anything just because he is trying to be nice.’

(Note:  Two years later, I now know that the bear was not the first thing Luc bought for Prince.  The first thing Luc actually bought Prince was a life insurance policy worth over 580k if Prince died.  I guess the policy wasn’t for Prince.  Oh well, I digress…)

While my first instinct was to tear the bear apart with my teeth and throw it in the mall trashcan, I decided I would do the more sane thing and ask my mother and aunts (who were standing right next to me when I first saw it) what they thought.  This is when I realized how truly traumatized my entire family had been.  One of my aunts said (before I even told them how I was feeling), “you better check that and make sure he didn’t bug it.”  The other said, “It’s too risky, just throw it out – don’t even let it in the car.”  I shook my head, threw the bear back in the box and took my son home.

I thought about the stupid bear the whole ride home.  I also thought about how throwing it out wasn’t the answer as this could be the ONLY thing my son would ever get from his father (I suspect it was purchased in order to look good in front of the court ordered supervisor who would be testifying in court the next day).  That being said, I still didn’t trust the bear.  That night the bear spent the night in the garage.

The next morning, I walked downstairs (having dreamed about that stupid bear) and low and behold my mom was awake and didn’t waste any time to ask me what I had decided to do with the bear.  I told her that we were being paranoid and that there was nothing wrong with the bear.

On the drive to work, I couldn’t stop trying to figure out if there was more to this bear thing. This is a man who has been lying and terrorizing since he met me.  A bear couldn’t JUST be a bear.  Once I got to work, I brought up the bear to my coworkers.  Some of the more paranoid ones were all for the idea of cutting the bear open and making sure it wasn’t bugged.

Eventually, I allowed my mom to check for a bug.  She cut the bears head off and pulled out all the stuffing.  Of course, there was nothing there.  It was JUST a bear filled with stuffing and a fake heart.  (A lot like Luc himself actually)  I felt terrible – and a little crazy.  My mom told me I shouldn’t feel bad and that the bear was a “casualty of war.”

Yes, one could say it was JUST a bear – but it was more than that symbolically.  That bear became a symbol of the environment of distrust.  It also made it very obvious to me that co-parenting would be impossible.  I have a lot of work to do on myself to get to the point where the little things don’t bother me.  I also need to get to the point where I can safely stop anticipating his next crazy move.

 

 

 

 

 

Gender Wars In Family Court Undermine Child Safety

 

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“There is no accountability or oversight in Family Court today.  There is no integrity.  Who is looking out for our children while everyone is getting rich at their expense?”  -  Kelly Rutherford, Actress and Co-Founder of The Children’s Justice Campaign

 

Last week, The Good Men Project posted an article about non-custodial fathers.  The article discussed how a man named Marc Hudson was creating a documentary about how non-custodial fathers face terrible stereotypes and an unfair system of custody.  While I found Mr. Hudson’s brief video both interesting and important, one of first things I noticed about what these men was that none of what they said needed to be painted as gender specific.  Many of the things that these fathers talked about, I have also heard from women when they are discussing the terrors of the Family Court system.

This week, I raise this issue because I would like to challenge those of us who have been touched by this broken system to break down gender barriers.  A person could walk into any given court and see a father who is being mistreated and stereotyped.  Then, that same person could walk into a courtroom down the hall or even in another state, and see a mother being stereotyped and mistreated as well.  Even though these two courtrooms might have very different gender politics occurring, they both have one thing in common – a complete and utter disregard for the civil rights of the child.

We often get so hung up on which gender is being mistreated on a given day in court (trust me when I tell you that Family Court does not discriminate when it comes to the poor treatment of men and women alike), that we completely miss the point.  Getting caught in gender wars and trying to argue about which gender is treated worse, is the same as throwing those small circle bandaids at a huge gaping wound.  It might make you feel better to peel open the package, and stick that useless bandaid to your terrible cut; however, almost as soon as you stick it on, it is going to fall off and continue to bleed.

Real Life Examples:

Many of you are likely still reading this post thinking, ‘This Cappuccino Queen has no clue what she is talking about!  I am in the middle of some crazy sh*t and I know my gender is treated worse when it comes to Family Court.’  To you folks, hang in there.  I have compiled the list of below anecdotes and quotes, and I have intentionally withheld the gender of the individual this happened to.  As you read through this list, I ask that you try and guess the gender of the person speaking before you look at the reveal beneath each quote.

1) “My son told the social worker that “Daddy” sexually abused him.  I need to get him out of that house.  I am afraid he is going to be hurt, but I don’t have custody.  I am living pay check to pay check just to make sure I don’t fall behind on child support.  I can’t afford a lawyer.”

Reveal:  This quote came from a non-custodial father.  His son’s mother had asked the child to call his step father “Daddy”. So when the child reported that “Daddy” abused him, everyone initially thought it was the child’s biological father.  When this father found out that his son was being abused by his ex’s new husband, he fought many years in court trying to protect his son.  In addition to fighting for his family attorney, he was placed under investigation for sexual abuse before the authorities were able to clear up that it was the stepfather and not the biological father who had abused the child.

2)  “I now have supervised visits because the family court system would not protect my children. One evening, I called my son, and he was ordered by father to get off the phone. The phone was never hung up and I sat there on the other end of the line listening to my son getting beat up, my ex screaming, my son crying.”

Reveal: This story comes from a woman who was placed on supervised visits for eight years. Her children sadly endured years and years of abuse before she was able to regain custody of them.

4)  “I don’t have primary custody of my children, even though my ex frequently has to be hospitalized for mental breakdowns and tries to hurt herself.  When my ex has a breakdown, Social Services takes my children from the house…then they call me.  I have fought to get custody, but have run out of money and now just try and do the best I can for my children.”

Reveal:  This story came from a father.  Even though his ex-wife had a clear history of being a danger to herself and potentially her children, the court refused to protect the children by putting them in the custody of their father.

5)  The final story is an anecdotal one:  Two parents had shared custody when one parent began to act erratically and started to speak about committing suicide and killing the children.  The healthy parent pleaded with the court to get a protective order against the parent who continued to make threats.  The court stated that a protective order could not be issued until the threatening parent proved that he/she posed a threat to the children by actually physically hurting them.  After the protective order was denied, the threatening parent brought the three children to a hotel, and drowned them one by one.

Reveal:  This happened to a woman named Amy Castillo.  Her ex-husband is now serving multiple life sentences in prison for the murder of their three children.

 

I have heard many people throw out amazingly ridiculous comments like, “99 percent of women who come to court lie about abuse” or “most men are deadbeat fathers”.  Outlandish  comments like these ones are sexist propaganda.  When dealing with the health and safety of children, such statements undermines child safety.

Throwing around those types of stereotypes are dangerous, especially when mentally healthy fathers and mothers have to then face those very stereotypes playing out in their personal custody case.

While I can certainly understand how one can become bitter after a terrible experience in Family Court, it is dangerous to try and paint an entire gender or an entire system based on your individual experience.  If I did that, I would assume that all men killed their children just because my ex has been charged with drowning my son.  Even though my experience was unimaginably terrible, I understand that it was just that – my experience.

Finally, Family Court Judges are people too.  Given that there is little to no oversight in our flawed system, many families are at risk of terrible court decisions at the hands of biased judges.  I have spent many hours thinking about how to reform the Family Court system in America.  One of the first things I wish for is that good parents could come together for reform, and recognize that these gender wars cloud the issues and stop real progress from happening.

 

 

#JusticeForPrince

 

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My son Prince would have been three years old today, if his father had not murdered him.

 

Prince was born on July 1, 2011. I remember the day he was born as if it was yesterday, but sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago. The first time the doctors put him on my chest, his big brown eyes looked directly into mine. I was meeting him for the first time, but it was as if I had known him my entire life.

For those who do not know my story, Prince was murdered on October 20th 2012 when his father drowned him during his fourth court ordered unsupervised visitation when he was only 15 months old. Two weeks after my son was born, I learned that the man I thought I loved was not at all the man he had portrayed. After fleeing his home with my two-week-old son, I began the hardest fight of my life in Family Court.

Currently, my son’s father (whom I call “Lucifer” or “Luc”) is awaiting trial for capital murder in Prince William County, VA. In addition to the medical examiner ruling that my son died of drowning, the police discovered that Luc took out over $580,000 in life insurance on Prince before killing him.

 

Living Well After Tragedy:

 I have often heard that the best revenge is a life well lived. This seems especially true when an angry psychopath who seems determined to tear out your soul is the source of your pain. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to you that this sort of “revenge” was part of what got me out of bed in the weeks after my son’s murder.   I should also admit that I have had my fair share of days when getting out of bed was plain impossible.

Just the other day, while I was dropping off my daughter in the church nursery, a kind woman asked me, “Are you happy?” She asked me this with tears in her eyes as she remembered the mornings when my son would bounce into the room, ready to play with the cars and eat cheerios with the rest of the children. While I responded with a simple “yes”, I thought about her question for some time afterward.

“Am I happy? Or am I still just trying to be happy as some sort of revenge to exact upon my son’s killer?” I thought about this for the better part of the day, and I welcomed the reflection that this question caused for me. As I went through the day, I realized that the reason I choose to be happy has changed since those initial days after my son was killed. I am now happy, but my happiness is now for my son, despite his killer.

I have a good life, but I will always have a hole in my heart. The conflicting emotions of being capable of happiness, but at the same time feeling a nagging pain is something I have found hard to explain. It is possible that only those who have faced such a tremendous loss could understand.

Several months ago, my father was talking to a friend about what happened to my son. He explained it well when he said, “It is like there is a huge stain on your carpet, and no matter how much you scrub the spot – it never goes away. You can put furniture on top of it, but you will always know that it is still there.” There is never going to be a day when I think what happened to Prince is okay. The hole in my heart is never going away, just like that permanent stain on my father’s metaphorical carpet.

If losing my child didn’t put a hole in my heart, I am not sure how healthy a person I would be. If someone had asked me in the days after my son was murdered if I thought I would ever be happy again, I would have said that happiness was impossible. Now, I would tell that same person that happiness can live along side of sadness.

 

Prince’s Legacy:

On this day, I choose to celebrate my son’s short life and his important legacy. Since my son died, I have spoken to many parents who have lived and continue to live through tremendous pain and tragedy. Many of them tell me that my story is the worst that they have ever heard. I still hold firm, however, that pain is relative. Mine is no worse than the next person – it is just a different kind of pain.

Before my son came into my life, I was consumed by my “first world” problems. I spent a lot of time being unhappy about things that now seem completely trivial. Since my son, I think I am a happier person for having known this sort of tragedy and for having known how it feels to hit rock bottom. I have also become the type of person who believes that many times what you think is someone else’s problem will eventually become your own.

Lately, many people have asked me why I continue this blog now that I am no longer in the throws of a custody war. There are several reasons I continue to write. I continue to write because:

…I promised my son that I would finish the job he started, and continue to raise awareness about Civil Rights abuses against children in our country.

…I want to spread hope to other families in crisis.

…I want to be a part of the change, so that no other child has to suffer the way my son did – and that no other parent has to bury his or her child the way I had to bury mine.

Happy Birthday Mr. Prince:

Prince only lived to celebrate one birthday aside from the day he was born. I am so thankful that I took him to the beach, and let him play in the sand on his big day. On his birthday, I remember he woke up in a great mood. He wasn’t walking yet, but he loved to crawl. One of his favorite things to do was to crawl down long hotel hallways and greet all the other guests. We spent a large part of that day following Prince down halls, and watching him beam with happiness.

This year, I am taking my daughter to that same beach. I would give anything to have Prince here with us. As I am sitting on the beach, I will try to imagine a world where there aren’t people who kill their children. In that world, my son would still be here. I will also try to imagine a world where all people care as much about children as I do. I will imagine what things could be like if everyone stood up against the gaping holes in our system that continue to fail our children.

This world I imagine is the world I want for my daughter.