I Love You Like One

In 2010, my first wife and our daughter traveled from our home in The Netherlands to my in-law's home in Poland for a visit on two different occasions. On both occasions my first wife returned completely distraught, so different in nature that I questioned whether this might be her evil twin. On both occasions, our daughter returned with multiple signs and symptoms of having been abused. In December 2010, after their second return to our home from Poland, my first wife told me that her...
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In 2010, my first wife and our daughter traveled from our home in The Netherlands to my in-law's home in Poland for a visit on two different occasions. On both occasions my first wife returned completely distraught, so different in nature that I questioned whether this might be her evil twin. On both occasions, our daughter returned with multiple signs and symptoms of having been abused. In December 2010, after their second return to our home from Poland, my first wife told me that her family was a "cult," that she was under "mind control," that she had "something like Stockholm Syndrome," that her "dad created a red herring" so that nobody would believe me when I tried to get help, that she was taking our daughter back to the cult in Poland, and that I would never see her again. On December 27th, 2010, I said goodbye to them, giving my daughter a huge hug, thinking they were going to the library down the street. I have not seen my daughter since this moment. I tried to get help, but there was no acceptable response to my pleas. The Netherlands wouldn't even take a police report, the United States told me that it was out of their jurisdiction, and Poland is Poland. I filed an international parental child abduction report with the U.S. Secretary of State for my abducted child under The Hague Abduction Convention, and they told me it could take up to two years for any legal action to occur. This is not a missing car or stolen bicycle, I thought, this is my daughter. After three months, I decided that I had to demand an investigation by placing myself in the middle of it all. I drove to Poland and assaulted my father-in-law in the street, thinking that this would lead to a child abuse investigation of my daughter. I miscalculated; there was no child abuse investigation, and I ended up spending fifty months locked up in Poland. They released me in June 2015. This is our story.