Gia's Fight: A Dad's Custody Battle for Gia and her Siblings

My name is Greg, and I am battling all sides to bring my children home.

Anyone who knows me personally knows that I would never ask for help like this unless I truly

had no other options. It’s humbling and honestly embarrassing to be here, but I’m out of moves.

The system has failed my children at every turn, and now I finally have enough to take it back to

court to fight for custody — to get them out of a nightmare no child should ever endure.

For legal reasons, I can’t share many details here. But if you know me personally, you’re

welcome to reach out.

A little backstory:

Over 11 years ago, I met my ex-wife and her twin children. I never planned on having kids, but I

fell in love with them instantly. I moved in quickly and treated them as my own from day one. I

still remember the day Gia crawled into my lap to watch Frozen — it changed my entire life.

From that moment, their happiness and well-being became my only priority.

I sold my business, took a job with benefits, and built a new life focused around them. A few

years later, we had our daughter Skylar and eventually got married. We later moved to Texas to chase new opportunities for our family, living in San Antonio, Lubbock, Corpus Christi, and

eventually Katy (right outside Houston).

In Lubbock, after years of legal work, I officially adopted the twins — one of the happiest

moments of my life. Two years later, our family hit another milestone: I earned the promotion we

had all worked so hard for. I thought our struggles were over. I was wrong.

A week after relocating for my new role, I discovered unimaginable things that ultimately led to my ex leaving with the kids. I can’t share the specifics here, but each week revealed more

horrifying truths. I filed for divorce just two months later.

Texas is not a “dad-friendly” state. It is amazing at every turn how you can present evidence in a situation, only to have it not bad enough. Not extreme enough.

My kids were hurting, and I didn’t yet have the full story. I did what I thought was best at the time and signed a standard custody agreement just to have some legal standing. Two days later, I found out so much more — it floored me. But by then, it was too

late. I was told I had to wait a year to make changes. Over and over, I was told again what I had found wasn’t “extreme enough” to alter custody. Even when I proved things, nothing changed. The system completely failed my children. You see after months of them telling the truth and nothing being done only to get in trouble for it. They no longer wanted to talk. My son said” Why does no one believe us but you. Why say anything? They do nothing anyways”

How do you explain to a scared child that they need to keep fighting. Especially when they are right.

The breaking point:

Last week, my daughter was admitted to a psychiatric hospital after expressing that she wanted to end her life — and after revealing that she had already tried twice. Once after she first

discovered things she couldn’t tell me about, and once while struggling with everything that had

happened. Her twin brother witnessed one of her attempts. They are only 12 years old.

When I spoke to my son about what he had seen, he cried in my arms — finally free from carrying that secret alone.

The hospital also reported that my daughter was severely malnourished, losing more than 20

pounds in just a month and a half. Because of the current custody schedule, I hadn’t seen her in

a month. The nurse at the initial hospital said she believed us. Maybe finally.

While in care, my daughter told the full story of the past year — about everything she and her

siblings endured, about the multiple times they tried to report it, and how no one helped them. They sent her home with me for a week Gia wouldn’t go to the other home until a major problem was removed from my ex wife’s house. We waited, and waited for some ruling to bring them all to me. Nothing came.

After she spent a peaceful, happy week with me,,I had to painfully explain that, legally, I had to bring her back. My daughter questioned “when is the help coming?” I reached out to people on the other side. I told them they are being fooled. My daughter told them. My daughter was told she is crazy, and I was told “Greg we don’t want the proof. We don’t care.”

I told them someday as when a year ago I told them this would be on them. I sent the proof anyway. No calls came. They really didn’t care.

That week she was returned , she harmed herself again.She asked me why I hadn’t gotten her home yet. I couldn’t tell her the real reason: because I’m still trying to gather the money needed to fight for them in court. I simply told her,

“It takes time. I promise I’ll be there soon.”

Gia then said” so you aren’t coming to help us anymore either.” Broke my heart. The feeling I felt when she thought I gave up even for a second on her, is something I never felt.

Why I’m here:

Legal fees are building. I’m falling behind on bills. I’ve shut off everything extra just to funnel

money into the fight for my kids. I am losing everything — and I don’t care. I will not stop until they are safe.

It’s expensive. This past year has drained me completely. People tell me to give up. I can’t. I

won’t. Being their dad means protecting them — no matter what.

Without help, I can’t move forward right now. So here I am, hat in hand, humbly asking for

support. Any amount helps. All of it adds up and allows us to fight.

Even if you can’t donate, thank you for taking the time to read my story. If you do

choose to help, know you’re not just supporting me — you’re helping Gia, her brother, and sister

finally come home.

They are only 12 and 7 years old. They should be kids — not survivors.

Their innocence was stolen. It’s time to give them back their childhood.

Thank you.