I feel you, me and my dad went through a similar thing and things didn’t go well. My abusive mother lives in the same state as me, only she’s over 300 miles away. She’s managed to completely alienate and brainwash my siblings. Both are younger than me. My little sister has falsely accused me and my dad of doing some really nasty things to each other and she’s accused me of doing things to her, children’s services also accused my dad of doing things to me and my siblings. My little sister was 11-12 at the time, old enough to know better than to make such false and severe accusations and she was taught that this was unacceptable behavior. She knew that it was unacceptable and she did it anyway. She is 14 now.The outcome of the accusation of what I supposedly did to her was unable to be determined and the outcome of the accusations of what was supposedly going on between me and my dad and children’s services accusations were founded.
This was all despite me and my dad telling them repeatedly that none of these accusations were true at all, and they have no proof that we are guilty and I swore to every god, goddess, angel, and demon in all of existence, as well as the bible that me and my dad were telling the truth, only the 100% absolute truth.
My siblings and I are no longer allowed any form of interactions, I disowned my little sister, am considering disowning my little brother, and I completely cut all contact with them and told my mother that I want no contact of any form with her or my younger siblings until the youngest is 18. I also told her to stop sending me mail because she is only trying to bribe me with worthless gifts.
My dad got so depressed that he tried to commit suicide by cop because he couldn’t allow himself to die by his own hand and he didn’t want me finding his body, he thought they would break his neck because the local police unlawfully already broke his neck many years ago, he was innocent. How my dad was trying to get the cops to kill him was he crossed state lines with my adhd medication Adderall. My dad was never intending to do anything, he knew the “minors” were undercover agents because no teen girl in their right mind would ever wear a dinosaur tee shirt. He told her that he wasn’t interested, but she continued to press until he unwillingly gave in because he saw it as an opportunity to die. He just hoped they would kill him by breaking his neck, on accident or on purpose. He is in prison now, he will be for 5 years, or less for good behavior, classes and counseling. My dad has needed counseling ever since a man raped him when he was twelve, but he refused to listen and get help. Now he is finally able to get help.
The judge that oversaw my dad’s custody case used to be a DA at the time my dad’s neck was broke unlawfully during a drug bust, my dad was proven innocent and consequently the DA had to release 6 others who had been arrested. The DA wanted revenge and when he became judge, he was willing to sacrifice me and my siblings to get it. My dad fought with my mother for custody of me and my siblings since 2009. He stopped in 2018 because of the accusations and we gave up. In 2015, my dad was granted permanent custody of me, and I was granted full rights to deny any contact with my mother at all if I wanted to. My dad’s loving parents now have permanent custody of me, my mother will never have it and I turn 18 at the end of this year.
The judge who oversaw the custody case, my abusive mother, children’s services, those damned undercover cops, all of them, destroyed everything, including my dad, and took my dad away from me. I have lived with my dad for eight years, I was 8 years old when my mother gave me and only me back to my dad. Everyone who knows my dad knows that he would never hurt a child and would sacrifice himself for a child in a heartbeat, no hesitation, they knew that this wasn’t normal for my dad and they wrote letters to the judge saying this wasn’t like him.
I have severe separation anxiety, I can barely stand going a month without my dad around. He’s been in prison for eight months now, they daily phone calls he makes don’t help. There are not enough words in the dictionary to explain how much the distance is killing me.
My mother, children’s services, and my siblings have stabbed me in the back more times than I can count. God was never there for me, if he really cared like my grandmother believes, he would have never allowed this to happen.
I had to stop writing this several times because I was on the verge of tears. I actually broke down and started crying and I can barely type because of the tears. This is like trying to breathe without lungs only a thousand times worse. I would rather be brutally tortured because that is easier to withstand than this intense emotional pain.
I don’t even think there is anything that even Belial can do to help. And my mother deserves much, much, much worse than a slow and painful death. I gave up on my mother years ago and now I have given up on my younger siblings.
The lengths some people will go to to get what they want disgusts me and sacrificing children to do it invokes an indescribable rage in me.
I hope you succeed where my father and many other fathers like you and him have failed.