Parental alienation isn’t fireworks. It’s the mile...a corridor you’re marched down one denial at a time, while the system nods along and calls it justice. Most fathers stumble. They beg, they rage, they hope the court cares. And the chair takes them.
The few who survive don’t out-love or out-sacrifice anyone. They log, they show up...they build rituals their kids remember when affidavits are forgotten. They carry the binder, because in court frame only counts when it’s on paper.
This isn’t about innocence, it's about endurance, and the mile crowns men who walk it clean.
Full essay up on my Substack: The Green Binder
https://masonblakex.substack.com
