When People Don’t Come From A Good Place

If you know me, you know it takes a lot for me to get mad. A lot!

I wrote this letter to a local rabbi….Rabbi Kulwin after he tried to get me to sign my voice away.  I was harassed from the moment my alienated adult son, Jared, was engaged to Kerri Berson.  I was ordered to keep my history of domestic violence, etc. , to myself.  And remove myself from ALL social media platforms. Marc Berson (Kerri’s  father) wanted to continue to be portrayed as a New Jersey hero of sorts avoiding the connection to a domestic violence survivor…and Robert Levine didn’t want people to know what he did to me and to others.

I was way too kind to a man, this man who called himself a rabbi….Because I wasn’t yet in touch with defending myself and protecting my rights. 

A person exerting coercive control may try to limit your freedom and independence.

Coercive control is a pattern of acts and behaviors that an abuser uses to take away your freedom and to control your life. The abuser may use fear, pressure, shame, or rules to wear you down and take over your choices.

Until eventually you have no more choices. No more voice.  You are erased.

Some people wanted to destroy my freedom and own my voice via a document I was demanded to sign.

An important note here is that a Rabbi Clifford Kulwin presented the document to me, and as he slammed it down on his library’s table with a pen….ordered me to sign it.

I told him I wanted to read it first.  Again he kept urging me to sign myself away.  I would be removing myself from all social media platforms and essentially be silent.  As I told him I help others on social media, his response was “It doesn’t matter. Sign it.”

My gut told me not to sign it, but take it with me and walk out of that synagogue.

I expressed no anger back then but I sure am angry now.  It has taken me a few years to expose what these people did to me.  And here I am!  Fighting battles not many know about.

Below is the letter I wrote to  Kulwin. And his response.

Reminder: anyone “coming from a good place”, as Kulwin says,  doesn’t demand someone’s silence and isolation.

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Dear Rabbi Kulwin,

I returned home this evening at around 5:30 and opened your email.  Honestly, I wasn’t going to answer it right away.  I’ll explain that.  After reading your sincere update, I opened another email….And it is basically the motivation for this letter.

A child in our community died today.  He was 15 years old .  He barely made it to his birthday today.  My heart aches for his family.  Jake Kestler (BDE) was killed by a brain tumor .  Cancer murdered him.  There are no words.

When a husband loses a wife, there’s a word.  Widower.  When a wife loses a husband, there’s a word.  Widow.  When a child loses a parent, there’s a word.  Orphan.  But when a parent loses a child, there is no word.

I’m sitting here not knowing exactly what to say.  I feel kind of empty and very, very sad.

I’ll do my best, using words to attempt to say what I hope to convey.

Life should be about love.  About kindness.  I know what you’re thinking – that would be a perfect world.  Yes, it would be.  But we can try to bring all that we can to the table.  I’ve learned that it isn’t only about what people say or do.  It’s about intentions.  And being kind.

My sons were my life.  My world in plain English.  If you don’t think that there can be hell on earth…well, I’ve lived through some things that astonish me.  I survived because of 2 sons.  Sons I love unconditionally.  I love them both with all my being.  I wish them both only the best.  But I feel like I lost the loving sons I knew.  And I did.

With each passing year, it doesn’t get easier.  The missing them.  Having children – no matter how old they get- is like having a part of your heart walking this earth outside of your own body. Their own behaviors and actions have made me reinvent a life without them.  But it is still a loss.  In fact, it feels like a mourning that never ends.

I wish Jared would come from a place of kindness. It is through his recent texts that I have come to realize that warm fuzzy feeling I had hoped to re-establish with him…well, he is not being kind.  More “plain English”….

Where the world can rip apart a son from his mother (like what happened today)…Jake loved life, and deserved so much more…. life is so precious.  Who knows how much time any of us have left. Which brings me to something that I hope you can obtain an answer for. There is a so called “Agreement” in place, and for reasons unbeknownst to me – my son will not permit me to have a relationship with my grandchildren.  No, he wouldn’t even send me a photograph.  Instead, I get texts of total manipulation.  Texts telling me to sign “a document” if I ever want the CHANCE to meet my grandchildren.  In all the numerous meetings with Marc, in all the communications over the last 2 years – that agreement was operative.  But still – no grandchildren at meetings – no photographs – nothing.  Why not???????

Realizing that the warm mother son relationship I had prayed for is just not something Jared is interested in, I held out hope that I could be the grandmother that I am to my grandchildren; the grandmother that loves to sing, dance, play, laugh, read and have fun.  The grandmother who finds such joy by teaching nursery school that she forgets she gets a paycheck for it. (Smile.)  With the 2015 court agreement in place – the one that Jared and Marc are obsessed with – why have I had this journey over the last 2 years with Marc…and STILL never met my grandchildren?  No one gives me an answer.  I can tell you it makes no sense.

You are such a wonderful Rabbi – and I appreciate you more than you can imagine.  I know all the time and effort you have made in attempting to rectify this situation.  You have gone above and beyond.  Yesterday, I felt awful for how you were in the middle of this.  And, with no reflection on you,  I walked away deeply saddened by the document you were asked to give me.  I was also a bit put off that Marc sent you a court transcript that he promised to keep to himself – which is not public information- but that was certainly not your fault.  It just took me off guard that he didn’t keep his word. 

Within that one page agreement, I felt like Jared wanted me to sign away my life – my identity.  It wasn’t just about keeping names and information confidential. And I can’t find one single thing in it that Jared committed to on his half of this effort.  Nothing.  While I promise to never use their names, never share Jared’s nor his family’s information, etc…..that does go without saying.  I want peace.  Regarding my grandchildren, I want to see them first – before writing and signing another agreement.  Regarding my grandchildren, they deserve to have more love – not less.

I cannot think about a rewrite of any sort today.  Between you and me, my heart feels empty and hurts at the same time.  It was aching after seeing how my son wants a document signed (he doesn’t exhibit interest in wanting a loving mother).  I have lost 2 friends to brain tumors over the last 1 ½ years….now Jake.  It shakes up my world.  And reminds me that we need to come from a place of love.  And kindness.  That piece of paper didn’t sound like it came from a good place.

After meeting my grandchildren, I’d like to revisit the said “document.”  I will continue to pray for Jared.  I truly do that.  A misheberach every Shabbat.  He has a lot of healing to do. May he one day only come from love and kindness.  And may he realize that we should focus on what holds us together…rather than focusing on anything that can tear us apart.

With immense gratitude,

Julie

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KULWIN’S RESPONSE:

-------- Original Message --------
Subject: Re: Yesterday
From: "Kulwin, Clifford" <CKulwin@tbanj.org>
Sent: Wednesday, April 17, 2019, 5:32 PM
To: jhlstyle@aol.com
CC:

Julie:

I have refrained from answering until now partly to digest what you wrote and partly to take a break.  A little, some or all of what you write may be true - BTW, I officiated at Jake Kestler's funeral - it is also simply not relevant.   Below is a newly drafted and much shorter document.  I think it accomplishes what everybody wants in a few, simple words.   If you sign it, great.  If not, I don't know what more I can do.

Personally, I think Jared is coming from a good place.  If he weren't, this communication would not be taking pace at all.

I urge you to agree to sign this, and will be happy to arrange an opportunity for that as soon as possible.

Thanks,

ck

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What is Your Legacy? (Children and Grandchildren Not Included)

​I want to leave something behind when my life is over; some small legacy of truth and triumph. Sharing my knowledge, my experiences and my past has given me strength and wisdom. 

Maybe my legacy is what I’ve done with my life. All I can tell you for sure is that silence will not be my legacy, despite those who have insisted on it.

I have written and spoken openly about rape, domestic violence, and parental alienation (domestic violence by proxy). There have been several lapses in my writings – sometimes years, times when I’ve needed to take a break from all I remember, times when I’ve tried the silent route (thinking it would promote my alienated sons coming back to me, or I’ve been too fragile to feel certain feelings).  And times when my cancer journey has been overwhelming.  A decade ago, when I was writing my original blog, entitled “Until You Say Uncle,” I credit it with saving my life. One word at time. Never judge someone by the way they had to survive. I went through over 18 years in the New York court system that retraumatized me, rather than grant me any form of justice. I had my heart broken over and over again by 2 then-teenage sons who parroted their father's behaviours to such an extent that it was so much more abuse. And I would sit down at my laptop and write it out.

I tried journaling at first. That just didn’t do it for me. I’d fill the pages in a book but still carried it with me in my essence. After seeing the movie, “Julie and Julia”, I got the idea of creating a blog – and sending my voice out there into the universe.

It worked.

Sometimes, when you share things – things you carry around in your heart, soul, and mind – it makes them less heavy. That is the only way I can attempt to explain it.

And in the process of healing through writing, I have met a community of the finest and strongest people you could ever wish to meet. It’s sad how we have come together by our common adversities, but the strength we award each other is priceless. Courage, dear heart. I’m talking about women and men who have endured situations and continue to hold it together in spite of the things they endured. We share our stories to hold each other up. And we share our stories so they don’t have to be someone else’s future.

A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories we leave behind. It is who we were, are and are becoming. By the way, each of us is always “becoming” every day – no matter how old or young we are. Each day brings a new version of me. A piece or plot twist is added to my story, the story of me.

Rather than struggle with certain thoughts and feelings in silence, I’m back. On good days, and the not so good days. I’d like to re-continue my word sharing. And if it helps just one person (aside from me, of course) , well that is a win in my book.

One day, years ago when I was teaching, at the school’s carpool drop off, a parent watching me dance and laugh at drop off….came up to me and said, “You are the happiest teacher.” I’ll take that for the win!

It’s not easy sometimes – the finding joy. I can tell you that after 20 years of mourning my 2 sons from parental alienation, there is not a day I don’t think of them and send a prayer out to the universe. I’m not going into the whole definition of what PA is here – if you know you know – and my heart goes out to you. What I do want you to know is that it just may be the one thing that is forever. 

My sons were alienated by their abusive father when they were in their teens. And they never got away from their father’s control, influence, lies, and manipulation. Not all alienated children escape. I will not give anyone false hope.

What I will tell you is that you, as a targeted parent of this abuse, must build a life of your own. Courage, dear heart. Fill it with small things that make you smile. And yes, you will smile again – even when your heart is being ripped to shreds.

Years ago, I spoke to Amy Baker, PHD, who specializes in parental alienation. My sons did not get college degrees and went to work for their father in his family business. A very affluent business with many financial perks. Dr. Baker had told me that unless my sons separated from their father (left the business), there pretty much was no hope in undoing the lies they were told and breaking the cycle of the alienation.

So now my sons are in their 40’s , still working in their father’s business. Both married with children of their own – my 4 young grandchildren. And the four young children are not permitted to know that I exist. It is all part of the domestic violence by proxy. A continuous cycle of abuse. It matters not that children deserve more love, not less. It is not about the children at all. It’s about control. And this sickness goes generation to generation.

So here I am telling you that there may be a chance where the cycle is not broken. I’m begging you not to let it break you. It is a mourning that never ends. A struggle that I do not wish on anyone. But know that you can survive it and create a new narrative.

When I didn’t know how to breathe without my sons, it took me years to figure out a way to keep going and actually look forward to tomorrows. It was a lot of work. And I struggled, believe me! Boy, did I ever. I remember the days I was immobile and didn’t want to go on. And then one day, I just did.

I started helping others in my community. I volunteered at a senior center, I dedicated days to volunteering at a food pantry…I returned to my art work, I assisted in animal rescues. The things we do for others remains as part of one’s legacy .

And every time someone told me what a difference I made in their life, it gave me strength to put one foot in front of the other another day. Purpose. Life became purposeful. Eventually, through therapy, I was able to give speaking engagements where I shared my story in the hopes of inspiring others to overcome difficulties and break cycles of abuse. I helped raise thousands of dollars for domestic violence shelters, so others would be safe and rewrite their own narratives.

All this did not stop my heart from aching, though. At this point in my life, I realize it is just something that I have learned to live with. Kind of like a constant bleed.

But I’m not bleeding 24-7 anymore. With a BFA in art education which I earned before I was married, I finally returned to the art of creating; painting and my Julie’s Bloomies magnetic flower pins.  A part of the organization Soldiers’ Angels, I have been supporting our troops for 23 years now through a letter writing team.  But I’m no longer teaching preschool as I focus on surviving a current obstacle, a rare blood cancer.  

Something I’d like to pass on: sometimes the best way to help yourself, is by helping others.

I don’t ever want to stop writing.  My blog means so much to me.

So my past won’t become someone else’s future.

My blog: www.untilyousayuncleagain.blogspot.com

Mothers Not in the Media

Famous mothers, celebrity mothers, instagram mothers, even presidential mothers…The media loves to cover them and to expose them. Whether they like it or not.The media does not cover the women who have lost custody battles to perpetrators of domestic violence. Their abusers are almost never exposed. The children in these cases are damaged, their lives stained forever. Some of those lost children grow up to be abusive in their own right.

Over and over again, these children are torn from the arms of a loving parent-their mothers.When will you read of Debbie, Rachel, Susan, Maria, and hundreds of others who have lost their children in a court system that enables such injustice? Probably never. And the silence is breaking them.In our judicial system of today, powerful men, dominating men, are able to use the court system as a weapon. Tragically, they are able to use their children as ammunition.

The media doesn't know the women that have fallen victims to our courts. We should read about the personal enfolding of celebrity moms, professional athletes' spouses, and other characters that are deemed of high interest to the public. Or so they say. When do we read of the other mothers?

No one wants to report on the woman whose husband repeatedly raped his 5 year old daughter. That man was then given sole custody of the young girl, as the woman could not fight the court battle laid out before her. Who would want to read of the woman whose husband broke every bone in her face, over a period of years? He was then given custody of the children who witnessed this horror. 

In another case, a forensic psychologist stated (as in photo below) that he was of the professional opinion that two boys had observed their father being psychologically and physically abusive towards their mother. Documentation regarding physical abuse of the mother was evidenced. Then the judge deciding this particular custody dispute awarded sole custody of the two boys to the father.

When this woman sought safety prior to the divorce dispute, her husband warned her that she would never see her children again. After custody was "awarded" to this male perpetrator, the mother never had a relationship with her sons again. A judge looked her in the eye and told her that just because her husband had raped and beaten her, it did not mean he couldn't be a good father. 

Not understanding the court's irrational instructions, she contacted newspapers, radio stations, and magazines. In our wonderful United States of America, there was not a single reporter that would come to her aid. No one wanted to speak of her story, her life....It was her own, never to be shared. Her silence was expected and demanded. This was me. And I am healing out loud because the silence almost killed me.

Because courts did not protect us nor understand (or want to recognize) the capabilities of an evil narcissistic abuser in a divorce court….my two sons were brainwashed to hate me.  This was orchestrated by their father. Because he had the opportunity as awarded by the Court.  He had full “soul” custody. The judge did not even enforce a visitation schedule which my ex sabotaged. Alienated now for two decades, both my sons, having grown to be alienated adults, have taken on their father’s behaviors and personality traits.

This could have been prevented.

In our country that promises protection and justice, judges are awarding custody to men with violent histories. Women that have made their children a priority, are left childless. Many times, these women turn to the media for assistance...only to be turned away.

My case was years ago, with legal abuse keeping me in court for over 15 years.

But this is still happening today.

These are the mothers not found in the media. Reporters refuse to reply to coverage requests, as judges are never held accountable for their poor and damaging decisions. If these cases are told to the public, how are they remedied? Perhaps this is why reporters run from such stories. Rather than ignore such tragedies, it seems that finding an answer would be a much better conclusion. In order for there to be a solution to many of these horror stories, the stories themselves must be told. Bullied and emotionally battered by judicial figureheads, the mothers not mentioned in the media must be heard. They need a voice. We need a voice.

If you are reading these words, that proves there is hope. It says things can get a little bit better. This is all being told from a mother who lost her children in a court of law to the abuser; my children were weaponized; I am a mother not found in the media.

 

They Tried to Silence My Voice- Again

​A few years ago, they demanded I sign this.  Marc E. Berson, my younger alienated son’s controlling father-in-law, drafted it and had Rabbi Clifford Kulwin present it to me with orders to sign it.  I DIDN'T sign it.

They wanted my social media presence dismantled and erased. "Forever." 

I would be totally isolated.

And they did not promise me anything.

Nothing.

They still wouldn't let me meet my grandchildren.

When I showed this document to a psychologist he said he was glad I didn't sign it.  It was his opinion that if I had signed it, it would feel like "getting raped again."

It was disgraceful! .... And even a rabbi telling a survivor of domestic violence to keep her history of abuse to herself!

Abuse thrives in the dark, as perpetrators depend on secrecy, isolation, and the victim’s fear of using their voice to speak out. 

#abuse

#silence

#parentalalienation

#domesticviolencebyproxy 

#untilyousayuncle

A Wedding of Sadness

​I walked away- but will never disappear. Let me explain, briefly. On June 21, 2014, my younger son (alienated by his abusive father since he was a teenager) was married at The New York Public Library.  Rabbi Clifford Kulwin officiated. I was not invited, nor included in any way. I knew where the wedding was to take place, I knew when it would take place. Some people suggested I just show up, others offered to take photos for me - as they would be there......I chose to "walk away" that day. Instead, some wonderful friends made a dinner party for me on June 21. It was a difficult heartwrenching evening - but I was even able to laugh once or twice with my friends (in between a few tears, as I did not deserve how I was treated by my son the groom)....For 15 years of his life, I was the one who raised him - pretty much single handedly. I loved him with every breath in me. But on this night of June 21, I knew that the bride deserved her special night - drama free. Even though my phonecalls and emails to her went ignored. I walked away that night - in order to give the groom and bride their special evening - a fairytale that did not include the mother of the groom. I will repost my letter to the father of the bride here on my blog below and the hurt these people have put me through- they could have organized a dinner/lunch where I could have met my future daughter in law - and the mother of the bride. Nothing was done. 

As he befriended my abusive ex (both controlling narcissists), Marc Berson did not want my history of domestic violence to taint his family name.  

They just wanted me erased.They just wanted me to disappear. Well, I walked away with dignity. But I will never disappear.  

They were crueler than words can describe. 

And someday, may this couple and all involved realize exactly what they have done to me. 

The wedding was followed by 10 years of torture demanding my silence.  As of today, Kerri and Jared now have two children, my grandchildren, whom are not allowed to know I exist. Chase and Lara are now another generation of alienation. I tried to be hopeful in someday seeing my grandchildren. ….in 2022, Marc Berson, over the phone, asked me to tell him I had good news….he knew I had cancer….so I replied, “what, you hope I’m almost dead?” And he said “yeah.” Then he told me was he was helping “them” ( my abusive ex and son) to keep my grandchildren from me.

And guess what?

He died from pancreatic cancer months later.

Marc Berson passed away December 2, 2023.  I hope God had a good talk with Marc.  

On a day in June of 2014, a day that caused a mother such extraordinary heartbreak, how could our Higher Power reward anyone with a bright beginning? A sad way to start a life together.  But I lived through it. I endured the unendurable.

I have a full album of photos of their over-the-top wedding.  I was told close to 500 guests were in attendance .  But not the mother of the groom. Me!  After reading a letter that  I had posted and sent to the father of the bride, Marc E. Berson, so many people who attended sent me photos and words of support. Various wedding photos from this event were found on the Internet. God bless Google.

When Jared and Kerri were first engaged, Marc demanded to meet me in the office of Rabbi Kulwin, associated with a temple in Livingston, NJ. ONE meeting to demand my silence months before the wedding.  He didn’t like me blogging about my story.  He didn’t like my speaking engagements to raise awareness of domestic violence, legal abuse, post separation abuse, and parental alienation.

More victim blaming followed.

I begged to attend the wedding.  He said, “No way in hell.”

Here is the letter I had sent, right before our children’s wedding, to the father of the bride, Marc E. Berson (and was published on Patch):

Dear Father of the Bride, 

I'm guessing that as I write this, you are probably enjoying all the festivities leading up to your daughter's wedding - when she is to marry my son. In only two more days, you and I will be related.  Amazing.  Isn't it?

According to Midrash, after God created the universe in six days, He began arranging marriages.  According to Talmud, 40 days before a male child is conceived, a voice from Heaven announces whose daughter he is to marry (in Yiddish, such a heavenly match is called "bashert," a word meaning destiny). It is with all my heart and faith that I believe our families are going to be joined for a greater purpose.  People come into our lives as either a blessing or a lesson. 

Growing up in Bedford, New York, what were the chances that my 29 year old son would meet your daughter, a young woman from Millburn, New Jersey (only 15 minutes from my new hometown).  And the mere fact that you and I share so many friends and acquaintances?  Amazing.  I can't speak for your wife, as I have never met her, but I do think our paths will cross one of these days.  The world is getting smaller each and every day.

After you and I met, I was hoping things would play out differently.  Most often, parents play a key role in organizing and planning their children's nuptials.  It is an occasion of tremendous emotional magnitude. A wedding is one of the most significant of all lifecycle moments that a parent will experience.  Or not.

In this profound time, you may think you have merely inherited a situation.  I think differently.  It is my belief that if you are not part of the solution, that you effectively become part of the problem.  When, as a parent, you walk your daughter down the aisle on Saturday evening, the mother of the groom will not be present.  You have chose to exclude and shun me. Yes, I know my alienated son instructed you on that issue - but we all have choices to make.  If someone robs a bank, the guy driving the get away car is charged with a crime as well.  

My son is no longer a child.  He may think I don't know that.  But every scar in my aching heart tells me that he is now an adult.  You see, every Mother's Day, every birthday, every Chanukah, every Passover, every illness and every joy has been quietly calculated in the crevices of my heart.  And it all adds up to years of alienation.  Time that will never be regained. Every one of those moments when the fall out of our histories bled into the pain of the present. Today, he is my son.  And on Saturday evening, June 21 - he will be someone's husband.

As you walk your daughter toward the Chupah, on that trail that may seem endless but takes only a minute.....you may shed a tear or two.  As the wetness trickles down your cheek, I ask you to think of me.  Your daughter's mother-in-law.  And my own tears.  You see, I've been shedding them for days over this wedding.

My son is committing to a partnership with your daughter.  May it be one of blessed happiness and good health.  In a moment that will no doubtfully include feelings of great joy and celebration, will you not be reminded of the sadness and loss I feel?  The moment will never come again.  You could have done so much to change the circumstances.   It is easier for you to ignore me and hope I fade away. Sometimes the right decision is not the easiest. 

Neither you nor your wife will acknowledge me, nor reach out to me regarding this blessed event that is to take place. This is my only way to communicate with you at this time. The bride - I wish I could meet her, but she has had no interest in returning my phone calls or emails as well.  I'm not going anywhere.  And every time you look at my son, I will be a sparkle in his eyes.  The good your daughter sees in my son, comes from me.  And I have the references to back that up.

Think about the way our children came together. Bashert, then it was always meant to be; it was fate.  Perhaps you can be the catalyst to bring peace between us.  Or perhaps your daughter will be the one to melt the ice surrounding my son's heart.  When my son was born, I held him in my arms and imagined his future - a life that always included me.  I never would have thought that a child who adored me so - right up until his 15th year of life, would turn on me as he did.  Hate has to be taught.  So, when you say that Parental Alienation is only a word - I beg to differ with you.  It's funny how I have all the documentation exhibiting a paper trail of estrangement, and you never asked to see any of it.  There isn't a day in the last decade that I haven't missed my son.  Even through his most unacceptable of behaviors.  For I remember the baby, the little boy, the young teenager - the one with the old soul and the heart of gold.  The young man who will be waiting for your daughter at the end of the bridal entrance, will forever be my son. And he knows that no matter what, he has his mother's unconditional love.

So, as the father of the bride, please relay a message from the mother of the groom.  I wish our children all that they wish for themselves and so much more.  May they find everything in each other that brings out the best of them. The goal of a great marriage is to go beyond the idea that you treat the other person the way you would like to be treated yourself.  I hope my son always puts your daughter first.  That is something that needs to be emphasized to my son. Unfortunately, he could not have learned such things by example.  May our children both treat each other better than they each want to ever be treated. I'm sorry, there is so much I wish I could write - but my own tears are getting in the way. 

My present life partner teaches me something special every day.  So many times, I've heard him say, "It makes me happy to see you happy."  I pray that our children have reached the point where they achieve more joy making each other happy than in pursuing their individual happiness.

And as you "give your daughter away" on Saturday evening, you will no doubtfully feel a loss and bit of sorrow letting her go. Your eyes may become watery, should emotion take over such a sacred particle of time.  I will be crying with you.  Differently of course.  Remember, how you have the chance to feel that. To experience that with the young couple.  And how you have participated in denying me that - my own experience in seeing a lifecycle that will never come again.

Julie Levine
Mother of the Groom

Think about the way our children came together. Bashert, then it was always meant to be; it was fate.  Perhaps you can be the catalyst t

This all was a casualty of abuse, control and parental alienation.

#abuse #control #parentalalienation