**Nothing We Do is Good Enough for Anyone**

The sky roared with fury as if reflecting the turmoil in John’s heart. He stood outside his home, drenched in the relentless downpour, his tears mixing with the rain that blurred his vision. His hands shook as he wiped his face, but it didn’t matter—no amount of wiping could clear the storm inside him. The thick coat he wore clung to his body, heavy and soaked, just like the burden he had been carrying for so long. His dark glasses, foggy and cracked, obscured his expressive, round eyes that were filled with unbearable sadness.

Behind him, framed by the doorway, stood his wife, her arms crossed and her lips twisted into a cruel smile. Beside her was her father, sneering, mocking him. “Loser,” the old man spat as if the word itself could break John any more than he already was. His children stood next to their mother, crying and reaching out for him, their small hands trembling as they tried to understand why their father was walking away, why their home had suddenly become a place of pain.

John glanced back at them, his long white beard dripping with rain, the surgical scar on his head barely visible beneath the droplets that fell like unrelenting bullets. His round eyes, now filled with a deep, quiet agony, met his children’s gaze, and the pain twisted his face further. He had done everything for them—everything.

For years, he had worked tirelessly to satisfy everyone around him. He had bent over backwards to make his wife happy, to please her demanding father, to provide for his children. He had tried to fix everything, even when it wasn’t his to fix. He had carried their burdens, their expectations, and their disappointments. His hands—red, messy, and wounded—bore the scars of his sacrifices. But it had never been enough. Nothing he did was ever good enough.

His wife’s laughter echoed in his ears, cruel and heartless as if mocking the very essence of who he was. “You’re nothing but a failure,” she said, her words cutting deeper than the cold wind. "A burden we don’t need."

The thunder clapped, drowning out the sobs of his children, who were now pleading with him not to go. But what could he do? John had tried everything—every compromise, every sacrifice, every ounce of energy—and still, they rejected him. The children's minds had been poisoned, and now, they stood watching him fall apart, amused at his downfall.

All he had ever wanted was peace—a simple life filled with love and understanding. He didn’t want riches or glory; he just wanted to hold his family close, to laugh with them, to find comfort in their presence. But that dream had slipped further and further away, no matter how hard he reached for it. And now, it was gone.

The storm raged on, but inside him, there was nothing but silence. His heart had been broken beyond repair. He cried bitterly, his face contorted with grief, knowing there was nothing left for him here. He had lost everything—his family, his dignity, and most of all, his hope. As much as he had tried to save the relationship, it was as if the universe had already decided that the good will always suffer, while the bad thrive. Nothing he did mattered anymore.

With a final, heart-wrenching sob, John turned his back to the house, walking into the storm, leaving behind the family he had once loved more than anything. He was alone now, cast out into the world by those he had given everything for. And the bitter truth settled in his heart: sometimes, no matter how good you are, no matter how much you sacrifice, it's never enough for those who cannot see your worth.

And in that moment, John realized—*nothing we do is good enough for anyone.* The good are meant to suffer, while the cruel and selfish flourish. As he disappeared into the night, his heart heavy with despair, the storm seemed to rage even harder, as if it too knew the injustice of it all.

God, I hope you are watching…

God, you have always helped me.

God bless us all.

We all have this story in all our lives. I hope and pray to God no one should suffer like this.

In the end, the Curse of Parental Alienation will always win whether a child is separated from a mother or father.

I pray to God daily that he may save every parent, mother or father and never let them go through this chaos in their lives.

God bless us all…Amen

Jacob M