What kind of a man comes back into his children’s lives after years, working away in another state, not really knowing them at all, back into their lives after losing his career through a stupid, fateful act of dishonesty, back home to execute a plan to divorce his wife of 14 years, snatch millions from their joint accounts, and leave her penniless?
What kind of man contrives to take his children away from their mother, his wife, against their wishes? He does the latter not because he deeply loves or cares about his children, at least not in a paternal sense, but wants them, it seems, to save money on child support and alimony, possibly to wreak vengeance on his wife, and, if the children’s statements to professionals are true, to mentally and sexually abuse them?
What kind of man is this?
In Connecticut Family Court, he is a man to be cherished.
He is, after all, a parent with money. Because this man is crafty, unlike many other parents with money, he does not have to be manipulated to be bled He knows the game. He knows that family court operates for the welfare of lawyers.
He knows that whenever a family with money comes into their field, it is, for the lawyers, a field day. They work together to create confusion, contention, to select the wrong parent, then rake in fees from the fight between them. They are aided and abetted by the judges, who are, after all, lawyers themselves, who through influence and party boss support, which means the support of lawyers, donating lawyers, are appointed by the governor.
Ambrose was wise. He helped them. He never protested. He let them know he would cooperate. They appreciated a man so wise in worldly ways. Ambrose of course is a lawyer himself though he has not practiced in years.
Wise man. He let them feed, this avaricious, ravenous crew of lawyers, and, in particular, the rapacious Jocelyn Hurwitz, of Cohen and Wolf. She is the guardian ad litem, the court appointed attorney who looks after the welfare of the children. She billed more than $180,000 so far on this case – at $400 per hour – and every dime paid or to be paid by the father, for he controls the money.
The expense is a good investment for the father.
After all, he planned to arrange that, at the end of the day, the lawyer-feeding-frenzy would come out of his wife’s share. In exchange for her selling out what is the worst result for the children, he pays the guardian ad litem, just as much as she wants.
This man knew he could buy lawyers and he could buy a psychologist by the name of Jessica Biren-Caverly. It was a win, win, win. He knew that whatever he paid to unprincipled lawyers or a corrupt psychologist in the short run, would be less than alimony, child support, and the division of marital assets in the long run.
It could have been worse. He was not exactly a pauper. Ambrose and his wife, Karen Riordan, had several millions in assets. Both of them had worked. She had gotten an inheritance. He had always managed their money. He was good with money.
She was good with children. After they adopted three, she became a stay at home mother. When Ambrose secretly transferred the various accounts — he moved them neatly – into his control, he also took her inheritance.
It made perfect sense. His income, when he was a respected TV writer, was well into the six figures. With his career in shambles, but with several million dollars under his control, he had new plans.
He planned for divorce. He knew that if she got primary custody of the children, between child support and alimony, he might pay $8,000 per month, for the next five or six years. That’s half a million. If she got her share of the joint assets, that might be a million more. If she got her inheritance back, add another $150,000. He could be facing challenging times.
Instead of a pampered Hollywood writer with any luxury at his disposal, he could face hard times such as he had never seen.
His plan was simple. It has been used in family court often: Make the mother seem insane, gaslight her. Make her seem unpredictable, while he cast himself as a poor, gentle victim, whose only joy was to care and rear the children. He was her victim.
This is easy to do when you have willing vultures disguised as lawyers, a guardian ad litem and a court appointed custody evaluator/psychologist who are suckling fast to the family court teat.
Ambrose was a writer and he cleverly kept notes and sent emails, always making a record to show any time he went to the store. Any time he cooked a meal or did anything with the children. Karen thought he was only trying to be a good dad for the first time in his life. She did not know why he came back from his TV work.
It was all to set her up. All to show he did 50 percent of the caretaking, when in reality she did 90 percent even when he came back home and 100 percent for the first 12 years of the children’s lives.
‘Don’t call it a kangaroo court.”
Forget the fact that this guy has been a fraud probably all his life. Even his marriage was a fraud from the start. Chris Ambrose married Karen Riordan in 2004 under false pretenses, which arguably makes her the victim.
He used her, and this is blunt, as his “beard.” But he never told her. It seems pretty damn apparent that he was a closeted gay all his life. He has recently admitted he views gay porn. How could he deny it? Evidence shows he is addicted to porn.
But he told Karen, when they started dating, and led her to believe, that he was heterosexual. He hid his secret, a secret he kept hidden for years in conservative small town, Wethersfield, Connecticut, from his conservative Catholic parents and family. They would have been aghast if they thought their Chris was gay.
To them it is an abomination.
He tried to have intimacy with Karen before the marriage but he needed the lights out. He was ashamed of his body, he said. But he tried and to a degree he succeeded. Karen thought it would get better.
On the marriage night, he felt tired. On the day following their wedding, he took off to Los Angeles from Connecticut to begin work on a new TV show, Judging Amy. He never consummated the marriage. Not in 14 years.
Karen was heartbroken about this, but Ambrose was so lively, so endearing at first, so sympathetic. He had valid excuses. He had, poor man, erectile dysfunction. Viagra did not help. He was anxious and tense. He had so much stress at his demanding work. But it would get better. He would try to calm down and like every other couple, he promised, they would have intimacy. Soon.
When work did calm down a little and he was doing well, he had another problem. He pointed out to Karen that she was in top physical shape and he was, he said, crestfallen, and perhaps with a little tear, not in good enough shape, He did not feel worthy. He was embarrassed. He shed tears. Karen tried to console him. She felt so bad for him. She said it did not matter that he was a little soft. But he said, he just could not. He would be too shaken up by it, He would try to get into shape.
Somehow it never happened. And when Karen noticed this, she urged him to get beyond it. He now said he had trauma. Karen wanted him to go to therapy. He agreed but did not go. When she pressed him, he came up with a new reason.
He went to a medical doctor, he said, who diagnosed him with venous leakage. Now he had a valid medical reason: His penis could not store blood enough to hold an erection. Therapy would not help. Nothing could help.
So years went by and Karen, who was a special education teacher, earning about $90,000 per year – in fact, she was awarded teacher of the year in 2004, in the Greenwich Public School District – thought perhaps she and Ambrose should have children.
Karen suggested they adopt children. Ambrose agreed. They adopted three Latino children, Mia, Mathew and Sawyer.
Karen who quit her job, became a full time mother. She raised the children every day, usually in Connecticut, but sometimes joining her husband in California with the kids.
It was not until much later that Karen realized that Ambrose lived a double life. He never did show her any medical evidence that he had venous leakage. In fact he did not seem to suffer from erectile dysfunction at all. As long as the model was young and male, especially if he was Latino, he seemed to have no problem at all.
Ambrose could get past his dysfunction also easily if the man was in the military and happened to like forced haircuts. The man who could never once make love to his wife, would go online and pretend to be a gay barber.
Here is screenshot from his private messages on Instagram. Ambrose is CA0515 [stands for Chris Ambrose, May 15, his birthday].
He is making an awkward approach to a muscular gent named Sergeev.
Yes, he was gay.
Finally Karen confronted him. She was understanding.
She said, “if you are gay, just admit it. Live authentically.”
He denied it, of course.
“But we have never had sex all the years we’ve been married.”
“You won’t be able to prove it,” he said.
Later, she said, “I found gay porn on your computer.”
“You won’t be able to prove it,” he said.
He was wrong about that.
A lot of things come out in divorce and it was discovered that on his computer – analyzed by forensic experts – and on his phone — seen by his own children – that gay porn was his daily fare. He especially liked sites featuring young Latinos and this might be concerning since his sons are Latino.
LatinoBoysblog.com is one of his perennial favorites.
In a bizarre and seemingly twisted move, Ambrose tells his teenage daughter she acts more like a guy
Here is an audio where Ambrose’s son, says his father kisses and repeatedly touches his private parts:
The overly excessive kissing of Sawyer and the inappropriate touching of Mia is described by Matthew in a letter:
Another letter [below] from Sawyer describing his fear of his father.
Despite all this, which is only so much background noise to the good lawyers of family court in Connecticut, and especially to the best of them all, Cohen and Wolf’s Jocelyn Hurwitz, Ambrose got custody of the children, much to the children’s horror.
And the mother got nothing. He controls the money and she cannot have contact with the children. It is so bad that the children took to social media to try to get someone to listen to their abuse.
Then the father took their internet away and their cell phones.
Ambrose keeps them in isolation in a rural home and does not have a land line. At one point, he took the doorknobs off the doors so the children could not keep him out of their rooms. He did that on Christmas Day. He also told the court that he has bells on the doors so he can hear them when they enter or leave a room.
And to keep the children under warps and ensure they never contact their mother, or perhaps tell anyone about their abuse, Ambrose set up audio/visual devices around the house to secretly record the children, which the children discovered.
You can imagine the tension in this home.
He also put a recording device on Mia’s watch, which she later found out about to her distress.
Now some might say that these children are brats to object to being secretly recorded by their father, but just imagine the friction of living in a house where you never know when you are being secretly recorded. And in turn, the children recorded their father.
This is not the kind of scene that ever went on with their mother.
Maybe the children are just plain unhappy. Ambrose, on the other hand, said that the children are abusing him, crying that they hit him. One day, Ambrose chased Mia and she ran upstairs to escape. She threw a laundry basket at him to prevent him from entering her room. He complained that she might have killed him.
He cried that Matthew, when he was under age 13, punched him hard in the arm.
It would be fair to say that the children deeply resent their father. They know that he arranged to take their mother away and place them in this loveless home. Of course it could not have been done without the aid of three women in a room: the guardian ad litem, Jocelyn Hurwitz, the custody evaluator, Dr,, Jessica Biren-Caverly and Judge Jane Grossman, who ruled that only the father may see his children.
Meantime, the children cannot see their mother whom they love and none of her warm and affectionate extended family, The children are alone, miserable and under surveillance. For 18 months they have been without their mother. Just last month they reached out to reporter Wayne Dolcefino, who asked the judge to get involved. He was ignored.
As it stands now, as the divorce trial drags on between Ambrose and Karen, he has custody and for reasons which are incomprehensible.
Before we conclude this installment, number #7 in our series, of the Ambrose Papers, I want to make a distinction between someone being gay and being a pedophile. They are not synonymous. Ambrose may be both.
As a result of the divorce and custody proceedings, a lot of revelations cropped up concerning the man who would deny his children their mother.
Karen took hard drives from two of the couple’s laptops, which Ambrose primarily used, to have them forensically evaluated. When Ambrose found out he made a motion to have the evaluation stopped.
The good judge demanded the return of the hard drives to Ambrose and ordered that Karen not do any further forensic evaluation, or share what she discovered. The judge even demanded that Karen tell the court anyone she had told about the forensic investigation.
Among the website, Karen discovered Ambrose had visited were a raft of sites featuring young, gay Latino males. This might have been concerning to some less ravenous guardians ad litem, less compliant custody evaluators or less reckless judges, since the children are Latino, but all was fine with this trio of brigands.
The wanted any investigation into child porn quashed and fast. It almost worked too.