Having to explain why you can’t have sex : new born & Mom

A man out of balance in a distortion that is primal and it sure does demean the person who dare .

Sadly I had the experience of force , 6 days after giving birth and it was I believe primal ; marking of property and jealously of his own child .


Dads Matter

To all you psychotic alienating moms out there who make YOUR kids

“Your World”

And who use YOUR

“Mini Me’s”

as a wallet, cause your

“Just a single mom doing her best”

You are psychologically enmeshed with YOUR children. YOUR kids will never understand how to create healthy boundaries and will suffer in every aspect of their lives because of the psychopathy YOU taught them.


To all you Dads. DON’T GIVE UP.

I was an alienated child. There are millions of us. We don’t appreciate being robbed of the other half of who we are. We need you. Don’t leave us behind. I didn’t have the words to tell my dad. I didn’t know that going with moms flow for my own sanity, was harming me more.

I didn’t know.

I was just a kid.

I didn’t know how much of me was him.

I didn’t know, when I told him I didn’t want to go, that I was ripping his heart from his chest and sealing his fate.

I didn’t know.

But, now I’m grown and I know better.

It’s just too bad it’s too late.

We’ve lost in court too many times to count. We’re broke and heartbroken.

He is defeated.

I am not.

I got my dad on my shoulder and a lifetime of memories without him to motivate me. All I have right now are these flyer’s.

I plastered the kids street, so


HCBM’s family is next, cause they are coconspirators and enable more generational trauma. When school and little league start, the flyers will be there too. I will create awareness where I can, because if it’s not happening to you, you just

don’t know.

Boys hunger for Father’s Rescue

“Boys don’t hunger for fathers who will model traditional mores of masculinity. They hunger for fathers who will rescue them from it. They need fathers who have themselves emerged from the gauntlet of their own socialization with some degree of emotional intactness.

Sons don’t want their father’s ‘balls,’ they want their hearts. And, for many, the heart of a father is a difficult item to come by. The key component of a boy’s healthy relationship to his father is affection, not ‘masculinity.’ The boys who fare poorly in their psychological adjustment are not those without fathers, but those with abusive or neglectful fathers.

Contrary to the traditional stereotype, a sweet man in an apron who helps out with the housework may be just the nurturant kind of father a boy most needs.”

~Terrence Real, I Don’t Want To Talk About It:

Overcoming the Secret Legacy of Male Depression

Art: Kieth Mallett

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Grief : James Abner Wheeler : Dad , Happy Birthday ! 💜Always , Punkin

I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many things and memories of me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my hand on you; I smiled and said, “it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to me.

Author Unknown
Art – christian schloe
Always With Love