Mark Anthony Stephens posted today: “When you lie!!! You curse yourself. Reap what you sow.”

Finally, a breakthrough! After years of denial, projection, and DARVO acrobatics, Mark has at last discovered… himself. The man looked in the mirror, declared judgment, and didn’t even realize he was holding up a confession in neon lights.

But let’s not forget Mark’s favorite lie of all: that he has never once done anything wrong. Not once. According to Mark, his record is spotless. Pristine. He’s practically the Mother Teresa of victimized fathers. Perjury in court? Didn’t happen. Forgery of documents? Must be a deep-state plot. Lying about income to dodge child support? Never heard of it. Domestic violence? Just a fairy tale cooked up by his “vindictive ex.” Lying about his involvement in his kids’ lives? Pure fiction. This man would lie even if the truth sounded better, because to Mark, lying is the truth.

And what do these lies grow into? Let’s tour his cursed harvest:

🌱 Seed #1: The Baseball Fire Sale
Nathan loses his uniform in a fire at Mark’s house. Mark promises to pay for the replacement. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t. Russ steps in and covers it. But hey—why pay for your son’s uniform when you can sow a lie and let someone else pick up the tab?

🌱 Seed #2: The Case of the Vanishing Batgirl Hat
Mark struts into an All-Star tournament sporting a hat that mysteriously wasn’t his. The coach’s daughter bursts into tears—her special-order hat is gone. Suddenly, Nathan pipes up: “I think my dad took it.” And guess what? When confronted, Mark rattles off three different lies about how he acquired it. Three! Truly, a man cultivating variety in his deceit.

🌱 Seed #3: The Chaos Crop
At Nathan’s basketball game, Mark brings along his very own carnival barker, who yells “F*** Joe Biden” and “Let’s Go Brandon!” at children’s sports. Parents move away. The game halts. And there’s Mark—laughing, filming, and doing nothing but fertilizing the soil of chaos. Later, when Nathan—his own son—asked us to reach out to Mark and request that he not bring that guy again because of the embarrassment and disruption, Mark flat-out denied that anything happened. In fact, he insisted that everyone loved this guy. Because of course in Mark’s world, angry heckling at children’s games is “beloved community entertainment.”

🌱 Seed #4: The Medical Miracle Worker (in his own mind)
While Liam fights for his life at Kartini Clinic, Mark forces him to sign a “contract” denying his diagnosis. Mark and Tori swore up and down—both in conversations and in a sworn court declaration—that 12-year-old Liam wrote this “contract” himself. A child, suffering physically and mentally, suddenly transformed into a pint-sized legal drafter? Sure, Jan. Even more absurd, one of the very lines in the contract ends with Liam signing it as “undecided/unsure.” If he supposedly wrote it himself, why on earth would he be “unsure” about his own words?

But the lie stuck. They clung to it, doubled down on it, dragged it through court as if repeating it enough times would make it true. Only later, after leaving Mark, did Tori finally admit regret—that she wrote the contract for Mark to pressure Liam into signing. Mark, however, has never budged. He’s still out here insisting his middle-schooler authored a legal document rejecting medical treatment. Because in Mark’s world, that lie must live on.

🌱 Seed #5: The Social Media Harvest
Every day, Mark sows new seeds of self-pity and victimhood online. He reaps comments from a handful of sympathizers who haven’t read the fine print of his life. The bumper crop? More documentation of his lies, delusions, and contradictions—all ripe for the next court evaluation.

🌾 The Harvest Is Here

So yes, Mark, you nailed it: “When you lie!!! You curse yourself.”

And here you are, ankle-deep in the field you planted. The stalks of perjury, the vines of forgery, the weeds of denial—they’re all growing tall around you. You wanted to be a farmer of image control, but what you’ve grown is a crop no one wants to buy: distrust, exposure, and isolation.

The truth is simple: you are finally reaping exactly what you have sown. Not because of Melissa. Not because of Russ. Not because of the courts, the GAL, the doctors, or the “system.” This cursed harvest is 100% organic, home-grown, Mark Anthony Stephens brand.

And guess what? There are no subsidies for liars. No bailouts for abusers. No government program to buy back the rotten fruit of your deception. Just you, your lies, and the empty silo of your own making.

Bon appétit, Farmer Mark.se cursed crops. Everyone else just has front-row seats to the harvest.