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For 14 years I have been fighting to be a part of my children's lives. For 14+ years I have lived a "LifeTime Story" one that I am determined to win. I have watched and sat through being called a "Deadbeat Dad" to anyone who would listen to the mother of my kids. I've had a gun stuck in my back while holding my infant son in my arms. I have sat and watched police stake out my hotel room and come swarming in with guns drawn like I was a mass murderer only to find some clothes and Easter baskets I had purchased for my children. I have driven 4+ hours and sat for hours and hours and had to call the police just to see my children for 10 minutes to give them their Christmas gifts. I've missed birthdays, holidays, special events, football, basketball games and cheerleader competitions. Countless unanswered phone calls and emails. I've listened to my children tell me they hate me over the phone and repeat every lie that was whispered in their ears for years. But I still fight on.
I finally got a second chance at custody after the failed visitation schedule was proven ineffective for years. I did the best I could and after proving that everyone that took the stand before me had told countless lies I listened to the judge state, " Although you have proven that she has deliberately kept the children from you, they have been with her for most of their lives and I feel like they know her best. Therefore I'm allowing them to go with her Japan for the next three years." I couldn't breathe, my heart stopped beating for it seemed like an eternity. I lost again. We agreed that if I signed passports for the children to go to Japan they could use them to come visit me for 6 weeks in the summers. So I saved and spent close to $6000.00 on round trip plane tickets and other travel expenses only to get to the airport to see my children with luggage, but no passports. No identification of any kind to even board the flight. I was told by her and her husband that I was not getting the passports. That day, Friday June 24th, 2016 would be the last time I would see my kids. As their mother smiled in triumph, I cried all the way back home. From Okinawa to Tokyo, from Tokyo to Chicago, Chicago to Raleigh, and from Raleigh back to Virginia. I lost again.
My children have been back in the states since the fall of 2017, but their mother refused to give me the location of their whereabouts, no phone number to call only some email addresses that she created for them as a means of communication. Of course you all can guess how that has gone. I had called numerous schools trying to find their whereabouts and in May of 2018, my son reached out to me on an account he created to talk to me. Still under the influence of his mother he wouldn't reveal their true location so my search was still unsuccessful. I was able to locate the state they were in with the help of a family member, but still didn't know where to start to find them. I assumed I wouldn't hear or see them again until they were grown and came looking for me. But through the grace of God, my son is "WOKE" and no longer under his mother's influence. He hit me up out the blue to tell me everything that has been going on and asked me if he could come live with me this past week. He gave me addresses, phone numbers, social media accounts, everything his mother had beaten into them not to give me, he was spilling it.
So here we are today. As I prepare for another court battle, one I am so focused for, one I'm going to give my all to win. I come to you today to ask for help in Fighting for my Kids, for my Last Stand. I've missed so much of their lives and I've continued to promise them that I would make up for all of the lost time. Hopefully this will be the start of that. With your help all funds will go toward my attorney fees and travel expenses out of town to back and forth to court. Any help towards my goal will be greatly appreciated as I continue to fight to be a part of my children's lives.
J. Carter
I finally got a second chance at custody after the failed visitation schedule was proven ineffective for years. I did the best I could and after proving that everyone that took the stand before me had told countless lies I listened to the judge state, " Although you have proven that she has deliberately kept the children from you, they have been with her for most of their lives and I feel like they know her best. Therefore I'm allowing them to go with her Japan for the next three years." I couldn't breathe, my heart stopped beating for it seemed like an eternity. I lost again. We agreed that if I signed passports for the children to go to Japan they could use them to come visit me for 6 weeks in the summers. So I saved and spent close to $6000.00 on round trip plane tickets and other travel expenses only to get to the airport to see my children with luggage, but no passports. No identification of any kind to even board the flight. I was told by her and her husband that I was not getting the passports. That day, Friday June 24th, 2016 would be the last time I would see my kids. As their mother smiled in triumph, I cried all the way back home. From Okinawa to Tokyo, from Tokyo to Chicago, Chicago to Raleigh, and from Raleigh back to Virginia. I lost again.
My children have been back in the states since the fall of 2017, but their mother refused to give me the location of their whereabouts, no phone number to call only some email addresses that she created for them as a means of communication. Of course you all can guess how that has gone. I had called numerous schools trying to find their whereabouts and in May of 2018, my son reached out to me on an account he created to talk to me. Still under the influence of his mother he wouldn't reveal their true location so my search was still unsuccessful. I was able to locate the state they were in with the help of a family member, but still didn't know where to start to find them. I assumed I wouldn't hear or see them again until they were grown and came looking for me. But through the grace of God, my son is "WOKE" and no longer under his mother's influence. He hit me up out the blue to tell me everything that has been going on and asked me if he could come live with me this past week. He gave me addresses, phone numbers, social media accounts, everything his mother had beaten into them not to give me, he was spilling it.
So here we are today. As I prepare for another court battle, one I am so focused for, one I'm going to give my all to win. I come to you today to ask for help in Fighting for my Kids, for my Last Stand. I've missed so much of their lives and I've continued to promise them that I would make up for all of the lost time. Hopefully this will be the start of that. With your help all funds will go toward my attorney fees and travel expenses out of town to back and forth to court. Any help towards my goal will be greatly appreciated as I continue to fight to be a part of my children's lives.
J. Carter