This is the sleaze I would have to indulge myself in, in far more detail than what I have ever gone into in this sort of format, in order for me to lend credibility to what really does happen and has happened, and not just in my and my children’s lives. So I choose instead, at least for the time being, to write about the monstrosity that is parental alienation in a responsive manner, just as I am doing now, by making semi-vague allusions to things I rarely go into in-depth, in a sort of find-out-for-yourself tone to one reader at a time. Because to do more than that, I would have to make literary hay of things my children’s mothers have done to them.