4-years, 4-months, 13-days into Samantha’s abduction

Adriana Coronel Tenorio, Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel, Axel Alvarez Coronel, Axel Coronel, Lupita Tenorio, Maria Guadalupe Tenorio Toledano, Marsha Tenorio, parental abduction, parental alienation, San Francisco

Saturday, March 23, 2013: Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) is so good at lying, she will actually make you believe that she is a victim of circumstance 100% of the time. Nothing is ever her fault. Having gone through all this chaos as long as I have, it’s easy to feel like perhaps I have it all wrong sometimes. That’s where the good circle of friends I have reel me back in. Not to mention, the actual professionals who have been on the case. They all constantly remind me that Adriana has nobody to blame for what has been going on but herself. 

It comes as no surprise that your idea of wanting a picnic on the beach was thwarted by Adriana. We were confined to the back patio instead. It’s despicable. I even made the comment relating this to a picnic in prison. I said it loud enough for everyone to hear. Adriana heard it as she was lingering around the house. She is the prison warden. She’s the one barking out all these ridiculous orders. Then there is Maria Guadalupe Tenorio Toledano (AKA Lupita Tenorio, Marsha Tenorio) and to a lesser extent Axel Alvarez Coronel (AKA Axel Coronel). They are the prison guards watching our every move. They have no real lives, at least not on Saturdays. They act like they are busy in order to keep their noses into what we are doing. I have read hundreds of articles and a few books on parental abduction and parental alienation. Every single abducting parent/family/friends all act this way. Every single one.

You told me upfront that Adriana said we could not go to the beach for our picnic. Her reasons to you were that the waves were too big and the water was too cold. First of all, how would she know? She was still sleeping when I arrived. The tide happened to be low when I got there and we were not going into the water anyway. So, this was nothing more than Adriana blowing you off. We made the best of the picnic anyway. I brought sourdough bread made in San Francisco. I brought ham, turkey, Provolone, Pepper Jack cheese, Oreo’s, Hawaiian potato chips, Fanta and your favorite – Honey Mustard. You were so happy I remembered Honey Mustard. Showering your abductors with kindness drives them absolutely crazy. Maria Guadalupe was joining us no matter what anyway. So rather than ignore her, I made her a sandwich. Axel was looking for food in the fridge, so I invited him as well. After saying no a couple times, you caught on and asked him to join us which he eventually did.

Then Adriana was lurking around the kitchen looking for something to eat. She looks worn out. So I decided to invite her as well. She could not pass this up as I could not pass up catching her in another lie. Anyway, I asked her if she thought I was kidding about the picnic. She looks me in the eye and said “yes” not knowing you already told me she told you that we could not go to the beach. Lying to me did not stop Adriana from trying to sell me on letting you go to Irapuato to visit your cousins. And get this, Adriana wants me to pay for your flight. In addition to Irapuato, Adriana wants me to allow you to a spa sleep over for another kid’s birthday. I am inclined to flat out say no to this regardless. I am not going to miss 2-weeks of not spending time with you. The practical side tells me there will not be enough parental supervision for all the kids, etc. I would not be surprised if she not exactly telling me the truth about this. It just doesn’t sound right.

The rest of the day had us looking for snails for your little farm. So off we went looking for snails. I suggested we start in the front of the house and work our way back. Your reply surprised me, although I don’t know why. You told me you could not go to the front of the house with me without Maria Guadalupe coming with us. Again, this is not your fault Sam. It’s right out of the parental abduction/parental alienation playbook.

The day ends with Maria Guadalupe reminding me a few times of what time it was and that it was time to leave. You asked me if I could stay longer. I said I would stay. I was more than happy to stay. I was teaching you how to jump rope. I think you were surprised that a big guy like me could do it. Suffice it to say, I taught you the specifics and you took it from there. After a couple tries you were a natural. As we were cleaning up, you gave me a warm “thank-you Daddy”. I melted right there. You’re welcome Sam, you’re welcome. I LOVE YOU!