I would not of done this publicly , but she no longer wishes to address me privately.
She does not take my calls. "I wait" on the phone to ring, for "the" call. The call that will bring me my sons voice. I Pray every time , every call, that it will be my son. She never announces my son or herself. I only know it is them by the first few minutes of silence echoing back my "hellos". She does not accept my skype request. I do not know where exactly my son sleeps. I have been given what I thought was a house number turns out is an apartment block number. I'd like to send my son some diaper money. I have no good address to send anything too. She told me that her sister was paying for the move and my sister was paying for the divorce. I thought that was way too much of my sister. That isn't her normal way but I wasn't gonna look a godsend or a gift horse in the mouth. Turns out I shoulda. She told me I would see my son often as I liked and that she would not ever interfere in our relationship. That he loved his daddy and she would never interfere with that or take that away from him. We made out by the lake for one last time, made love for one last time on that last night and I thought we parted on good terms... with-in her first few calls She tells me that her old flame keeps her and my son busy around town...
She said alot of things.
In the month of September I got 3 or 4 short conversations each one five minutes or less the shortest around 2 minutes. All ending with (my soon to be EX) wife yelling at me or just hanging up on me. She told me not to hold out hope ..... and hung up on me.
After much communication with many authorities on both sides of the border she was somehow persuaded to make contact on the 29th. I got my first full 15 minutes in a month and not a moment more. My sons time limited on a leash. It ain't right. He has done no wrong, there is no reason to deprive him contact with his father who loves and adores him.
For Fifteen minutes I was alive.
Now I am back in waiting mode. Playing the message game.I call, they ignore. I become A zombie of a train wreck stumbling diligently through a crisis. I miss my son so much. I have no address to write to. I have asked for help from every resource I can but the response I got was not good. I had my options explained to me by the department of the state. Because this is an international affair. She is holding my son against my current consent in her home nation for judicial favoritism. Once I understood my options I said "yes" I would like to proceed with the one and/or all those options in order to best facilitate my sons return. Whatever is best. I was then told nothing would be done. That I had no case. I am not sure why the department of the state went to great lengths to explain to me my options that were available when they had no intention of following through. It makes no sense to me and the frustration is only compounded.
As of this moment I am unwillingly unaware of where exactly my 3 year old son sleeps.
I do not sleep well.
I have called everyone. Everyone. NCME,State,Local,Feds, the attorneys.
I don't know what else to do. Pray and wait.
She was supposed to keep him for just awhile and allow for constant contact.
Currently she intends to keep him forever, and makes as little & limited contact as possible over the phone and only on her whim for as I said, they do not take my calls. They block my friend requests. They shroud the mailing address in secrecy. And the online taunts were not necessary. Why taunt me over with-holding contact and communication with my son? I am not taunting now.
I am not threatening.
I am begging and pleading.
Please let me talk to my son freely. Please let me see my son. Please bring my son home.