If you’ve ever been abandoned, manipulated, and then told it was all part of a cosmic conspiracy to “alienate” you, welcome to the world of Mark Anthony Stephens, the only man who can rewrite reality in bold pink Canva slides.

This week’s emotional hostage-taking came wrapped in neon pink — the color of compassion, or in Mark’s case, deflection. The post reads like a passive-aggressive breakup note written by someone who owes you money, love, and probably back child support.

“No, I didn’t abandon you. If you believe that, it’s because you were told it again and again…”

Because clearly, if you remember years of missed birthdays, skipped support payments, ignored medical crises, and court orders violated — well, you’re just misremembering. Or worse, you’ve been brainwashed by the evil co-parent who made the tragic mistake of feeding you dinner and taking you to therapy.

Let’s be clear:

• Mark wasn’t locked out of anyone’s life. He left the key in a pile of unpaid bills, broken promises, and court fines.
• No one needed to tell the kids he was absent. His silence, his contempt for medical professionals, and his courtroom antics did that all on their own.
• “Parental alienation” isn’t a get-out-of-accountability-free card. It’s not a spiritual cloak for cowardice.

What’s happening here is classic narcissistic rebranding. Mark has elevated himself from absentee father to martyr of the misinformation age — a prophet of pink posters and recycled hashtags. Never mind that professional psychiatrists, court declarations, and actual lived experiences contradict his “truth.”

Here’s the kicker: If you have to repeatedly tell your kids you didn’t abandon them — maybe examine why they feel that way.

This isn’t about estrangement. It’s about choices. Years of them. Chosen absence, chosen blame, chosen ego over empathy.

But as always with Mark, the louder the post, the emptier the action. Because no Canva quote ever showed up at a basketball game. No recycled parental alienation meme ever attended a medical appointment or made a meal.

So next time you see one of these eye-searing sermonettes, remember:
It’s not about the kids. It never was. It’s about controlling the narrative when you can’t control your own behavior.