Just before Mother’s Day, my son was removed from his home, and his “necessary” belongings were thrown into the front yard in trash bags over nothing more than allegations. My son did not have any opportunity to defend himself against this protection order. He had medicine that he requested twice and followed protocol by contacting police officers twice, who escorted him in trying and pick it up. No one came to the door, nor responded in any way.
Since hiring a godless mercenary lawyer, more accusations have been filed against him. Six weeks ago, my son didn’t even have a parking ticket on his record. What has been filed against him in the last month could literally cost him his livelihood if not handled correctly and with very expensive legal counsel. All of this takes time and a great deal of energy, and effort. Every single action by the state thus far is based on nothing more than accusations! Not one shred of proof of any kind was required. A person’s life can literally be destroyed on nothing more than the emotional whims of an angry, hyper-sensitive woman, without cost and so far without consequence to her.
Remember the Johnny Depp case? This is not the exception it is the rule. Guilty until proven innocent. Tennessee Family Court is in place to satisfy the whims, desires, and false perceptions of the hypersensitive females with complete disregard for the devastating mental and emotional harm done to the children and everyone else involved.
My name is Mike East, “Pop” to the kiddos. 😊 I have been in both of the boys’ lives since the day they were born. I am collateral damage in this war, the godless Tennessee Family Court system has started. Immediately, all communication between me and the boys was terminated by the mother. The mother not only stopped every form of communication from the boys with me, but went radio-silent herself. This is a person who works for the state of Tennessee and is literally in charge of millions of taxpayers’ dollars, and yet does not have the professional courtesy to let my son or me have any idea of what is going on with the two most important people in our lives. This is insanity.
Yesterday, Tuesday, May 13th, was the first time I’ve seen the boys in well over a month. I found out where my grandson was playing baseball and went. They were late for the oldest’s baseball game, and he came running in. The only thing he asked me was, “Where’s my daddy?” in a very timid. meek voice full of confusion and hurt. This is one of the worst forms of child abuse. Ripping a parent out of their child’s life without even a goodbye or explanation. These boys don’t have a clue why their loving father, or “Pop” has simply disappeared. And no one even considers the emotional and psychological harm this dirty lawfare does to the children or adults involved in this godless separation.
The mother and the youngest came by later. I said “Hi Boss, hey Goose Baby” exactly like I would have two months ago. The mother looked angry and acted like she needed to shield my grandson from me. I was not there for conflict but simply to see my guys. She went into the dugout and disappeared out of sight. I watched the game from behind home base with several other parents and friends. At the end of the game, my oldest grandson and his mother left by walking through the other dugout, surrounded by coaches and other parents as if she needed protection. I walked up beside one of the coaches, introduced myself as Pop the granddad, and struck up a conversation on how things were going this year. He acted a little surprised, smiled, said my grandson had gotten a hit last time, and he said for me to make sure I come back. Which I will.
The mother had snuck my youngest grandson out of the game before it was over without me noticing. And when she left with the oldest, she would not let him look at me, let alone speak to me.
