I feel a relief at the calendar clicking over to August. Coming up... September, October, November. I can feel the day of justice is coming, and that the family nightmare I confront will shift state. The injustice against me is torture, and yet I know the moment this flip, a searing pain ten times worse is heaped upon those who betrayed me.

The deliberate poisoning of my children against me by family members and friends who fell for the lie — so they don't have to confront facts or conscience — has been the most harrowing thing I have ever faced. The bond between a parent and child is sacred, and nobody should ever hijack or disrupt it. The consequences for doing so are deservedly "millstone class".

I am so sorry, Martin! My son and his family all took the shots with me begging them not to. When he told me they had, I fell down on my knees and screamed with grief. Now, every phone call I get from them is a pause in breath until I find out they are doing okay. I understand that torture, and I hope our children come out unscathed on the other side of justice. I will pray for your children when I pray for my son! God bless you!