
Mark Stephens: Why Won’t You Do the Work to See Your Children?
August 25, 2025
Not Even God Can Save Your Spelling, Mark
August 25, 2025The Question for Mark:
Why can you move twice—both times in with family or friends outside of Washington—go on beach trips, surfing, out to eat, and even drive up to Washington to pick up a dog… yet in Our Family Wizard you claim you can’t afford to complete court-ordered evaluations?
You cry about finances, insurance, and glaucoma. But let’s break it down:
- You can see well enough to surf.
- You can see well enough to drive 36 hours round trip for a dog.
- You can see well enough to show up at a graduation ceremony you weren’t invited to.
- You can see well enough to post hundreds of selfies and spend hours scrolling Facebook daily.
- And most damning—you can see well enough to feed your self-proclaimed pickleball addiction, tracking balls flying at you at 40 miles per hour.
So what’s the real excuse?
Mark’s Own Words (from his letter to Melissa):
- “My financial situation has been strained due to the shutdown of my business.”
- “I’m facing challenges, including worsening glaucoma, which affects my ability to work.”
- “I recently obtained insurance, but it’s only valid in Clark County.”
The Reality:
- You’ve had no problem moving out of state twice—moves cost money.
- You’ve had no problem paying for surfing trips, beach outings, and eating out.
- You’ve had no problem driving 36 hours round trip to Washington for a dog.
- You clearly have no problem seeing a pickleball at full speed—but somehow can’t see the clear, court-ordered path back to your children.
And here’s the kicker:
If your insurance is valid in Clark County, why not move there and finally do the work? Why move to California, a place where you won’t see your kids anyway, instead of moving in with a friend in Washington and actually being near the courts, doctors, and—most importantly—your sons?
The Answer:
It’s not about money.
It’s not about glaucoma.
It’s not about insurance.
It’s about priorities. And you’ve chosen everything—pickleball, selfies, surfing, dogs, excuses, and yet another California couch—over your own children.



