I miss you every single day,
Searching for my son
Where are you?
Ten years ago, I made a promise to a child, my child, that I will never give up on him, and I am still here trying to find him.
I could never imagine that my ex-wife (Christina Ulla Magnusson born in Stockholm (Sweden) on 02/ 26/ 1960) would take him away from me and just disappear.
My son desperately wanted to see me, but with total disregard for the law, she has denied me any contact with him since then.
All her attempts to cancel my paternity failed. The Supreme Court confirmed it.
He is 20 years old now.
Alex, what has happened between your mom and me has nothing to do with you. You were a child who loved both his parents and you’re the one who suffered the most after our divorce.
I know how difficult the first months have been for you, all the horrible things you heard about me, some of the things you had to go through, and I feel terribly sorry for you. I’m sure you know that I’ve tried everything to find you.
Thanks to social media I found out that you and your mom were back spending some time in Monaco. Unfortunately after you turned 18, there was nothing I could legally do. Monaco is my city, such a small city, where I was born and where I still have long time friends and family.
I was so happy when I was told that you enrolled in University. It took me weeks to decide what to do. Emotions were so high. Not sure now that I did the right thing though.
You know, I just want to talk to you, to hear about anything you want to tell me, speak about what you’re doing, what interest you, your future… No criticizing, brainwashing…, nothing about the past unless you ask me for it. I missed ten years of your life, it’s already so sad, there are so many other things to talk about.
I raised you for your first ten years, most of the time alone and we had so much fun together. I’m the same person who was there with you every step of the way, saw every game you played, every school performance, every activity, even doctor’s appointments. Your mom used to describe me to everyone as the best dad you could ever have.
I read that memories are formed by what you have been told, or pictures you have seen. Pictures have been erased and I can only imagine what you’ve been told… Isolation and brainwashing also impair your memory.
You may ask yourself why your mom is so afraid of me talking to you? Could it be because the full story she’s told you for the past 10 years may collapse? Or is that you not willing it? I can’t believe it. You’re too smart and remember that there are always two sides of a story… You only heard one.
As I told you, I’m not asking you to choose between your mom and me. No child should ever be asked to do something like that. I just would like you to allow me to be part of your life again. I know this may not seem easy for you right now, but let’s start with a few hours together, you and me, and it will be up to you to decide if you want to continue or not. I’ll respect your choice. You’re 20 now and free to make your own choices.
I’ll fly anywhere, anytime to meet with you. Just give me a sign. If you’re too scared of getting caught by your mom, please find somebody to contact me. Also, just in case, no worries about the money, just get out the house, check into a hotel and contact me. I’ll take care of everything. Please just do it.
How could I not fall in love with such a cute baby? After a few days, I was totally enamored, I let the nannies go and raised you as my own child until you were taken away from me. We were inseparable. I enjoyed every moment! You did too! I’m sure you remember it. So Champ, listen to your heart and reach out to me.
From your first steps in Monaco to your elementary school graduation in Los Angeles… From the Lenval Children Hospital in Nice, to all your school shows and events, all your sport competitions… I was always present, always by your side. I’ll always be. Just you and me, and we had so much fun together.
Smart child, happy child, doing great in school, easy going and full of life… You were also so sweet and loving and I sincerely hope you still are. Some of your last words to me were “Dad, be careful, she lies and bribes everybody” and you added “promise me you’ll never give up on me”… I promise, I never will.
Despite the fact you had to change school many times, you never complained and were always doing great. I remember that in 4th grade, the teacher assigned the class a project to prepare at home. The project was about your favorite super hero. When all kids would choose characters like Batman, Captain America… , you chose me, your dad as a super hero, and did the full project on me! “First time it happened in my class” the teacher told me, she was touched. I had tears in my eyes when I saw the full project with pictures of you and me.
You loved tennis, Rafa, Roger Federer… You started playing at a early age and even told your coach Kris, that you wanted to be a tennis Pro! Swimming was one of your favorites, maybe because we spent so much time in Hawaii. You also learned how to play golf at a young age. We used to play everyday in the summer. You soon became better than me… You loved skiing too. We had so much fun in Mammoth Lakes, skiing, snowmobiling, fooling around in the snow… And you also loved fast cars!! Remember “push Papa , push”!
This is the poster you did for my last birthday together. You were ten! We had lunch in a nice restaurant in Beverly Hills, played tennis in the afternoon and dinner at home… the two of us.
You felt things were not going well….. You said you were preparing an even better one for Father’s Day, but i never got to see it!
Alexander is 20 now. He not only got deprived of a normal childhood with a loving father, but also from the things he loved the most: sports and friendships by being taken out of school and isolated. The divorce agreement stipulated that I should see my child every other Sunday. She never allowed it. People asked me how could a mother do something like that to her own child…. Christina Magnusson is the only one who can answer it.
I want Alexander to be happy!
I see no happiness at all in the pictures above.
I didn’t see it either in Monaco. I spent many days there waiting, hoping to see and talk to him. It never happened until that day at a restaurant. One afternoon, I saw him running from one side of the terrace to the other, on the 21rst floor, back and forth. It broke my heart. Why? The building is right next to the beaches.
Is he free to decide what he wants to do?
It reminds me the sad but true story of the Californian couple who kept their 13 children sequestrated at home for years, until one of them escaped and sought help.
Alexander’s situation is slightly different, as he gets to move from one great place to another, but what about freedom? What about friendship? Is he free to live like any 20 years old, experience life on his own? A golden cage is still a cage, and this makes me so sad.
I don’t know where they actually are, where my son is. I got to tell him about this website, I just hope he’ll be able to see it. I hope somebody will help me to reach out to my son. If you know anything about him, how to contact him, please contact me.
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