Affidavit Rebuttal Part Two (2)

A.               Lie: The credit card and its role

There are more lies in Coward’s 2^nd sentence, and the rest of the 2^nd paragraph:

I had discovered that she had opened a credit card in my name without my knowledge and had spent it to its maximum of $5000 dollars. I had also discovered many other lies and deceptions by Writer of this blog regarding our relationship. At this time I thought it best to end the relationship.

Around mid to late February 1996, I discovered incontrovertible evidence confirming my suspicions that Coward had been unfaithful to me. I had felt vindicated in opening a credit card account in both Coward’s and my name, after suffering his excessive control over how I could spend our money. The credit limit was $2,000, and not the $5,000 that Coward alleges here. Coward did not find out about the account until after I ended the relationship.

The entire balance of the card was paid by me, and never by Coward. We were still together from February to June 1996, and I paid it out of our shared account. After I ended the relationship, I temporarily stopped paying on the account.

Coward did not discover the account’s existence until at least two months after I ended the relationship, around August or September 1996.

I remember how he discovered it, because he violently confronted me about it at the time. It was summer in the Sierra Nevada's. I remember I was wearing shorts. My sister  and I had just pulled into the parking lot of Small town Video one evening. Before we could get out, a pickup truck belonging to Coward’s friend, LardO, pulled in behind me and blocked in my car. LardO was driving and Coward was his passenger. Coward came to my side of the car and yanked me out of it, scraping my exposed thigh on the car door as he did so. He grabbed for my purse, yelling that he wanted the credit card, and began emptying my purse. He terrified me and my sister.

I had already thrown away the credit card, so he didn’t find it in there. My sister was yelling at him to stop. LardO stood by and watched, doing nothing. Coward kicked in the driver side door panel, leaving a big dent. Around that time, the owner of the video store came outside to see what was causing the commotion. At that point, Coward and LardO left the parking lot.

Later, I guess Coward must have complained to the credit card company, because they called me about whether he should have been liable for the debt. I agreed to take over the debt fully and absolve Coward of responsibility. The debt should have been solely on my credit report, not his. I reached a settlement with the debtor and have closed the account as paid. Coward never paid a dime into that account.

I haven’t even begun to detail Coward’s “lies and deceptions” to me, especially regarding his numerous affairs. Briefly, Coward had infected me with a sexually-transmitted disease that he acquired from a one-night stand, perhaps a prostitute. He denied it, and blamed poor bathroom hygiene on my part. He admitted later to having a different one-night stand and several “almost” sexual encounters, and I still forgave him.

I was young and naïve, and didn’t feel brave enough to be on my own. I did suspect his infidelity many other times. Even when I had proof that he hadn’t been faithful, after he had professed his trueness repeatedly and profoundly, I reluctantly accepted his promises to stay true. He finally broke his promises too many times, and I got older and wiser enough to have the courage to end it.

 

 

Corroboration

I will authorize an inquiry with credit reporting agencies as to archival or historical data, if it exists. The account was closed years ago.

My sister Marlene remembers this event and will attest to its truthfulness.

 

 

Affidavit Rebuttal Part (1)

I said I would shared about the temper tantrum she had at the Courthouse. Client confidentiality only pertains to the your lawyer, not my lawyers that I paid for. My lawyers were entertained by Hooker Shoe's behavior in the mediation room. She told my lawyers that she had contacted both the FBI and my congressman over my blog. Pause, yes she really did that. Really. All the while veins on her forehead and neck popping out and her spewing angrily. At one point during her melt down in the mediation room, coward had to place his hand on Hooker Shoes arm saying "Hooker Shoes Stop" to rein back in some control when she lost it with my lawyers. 


I play Bunco with my congressman wife, they live across the main street from my house. Not a peep has been said to me, and it's not because I know them, it's because it was the ravings of a lunatic who made those calls, and no one took you seriously--how could they?! Honestly she is incoherent and irrational, and filled with anger.
 
When I received the notice to appear AGAIN, attached was the sworn affidavit of the reasons why Coward believed I was in contempt of court. I dissected his statement with truth and details--because that is all I speak--the truth. His statements are in typeface, I responded accordingly. I will go in mostly numerical order, but like this first entry have placed #2 first. I will get to all of them, but this was placed here because I stated in my last entry about this very falsehood.



II.             Coward's lies in his affidavit

Practically every statement he wrote contains a lie. Starting from the 2^nd paragraph of the affidavit, I will explain why, and offer proof where I can.

A.               Lies: The relationship’s duration and ending

In 1996 after being together approximately 7 years I ended a relationship with the writer of this blog.

This single statement has two lies.

First, we met in August of 1986. I was 16 years old and a junior in high school. Coward was my first sexual partner. I began living with Coward about August or September of 1987, while I was still 17 years old. We continued living together in until 1996. He proposed marriage to me in 1992, after having asked my dad for my hand in marriage. He gave me an engagement ring. I accepted at the time. However, over the following twelve months, he expressed less and less interest in getting married. Eventually, I concluded that he did not want to be married after all, and stopped planning for it.

We conceived a daughter around May or June of 1988. Just 21 weeks later, on November 5, 1988, when I was 19 years old, I gave birth to Heather. Heather died, and is buried in a county in California. Coward is listed as Heather’s father on both her birth and death certificates. Our relationship continued without interruption until 1996.

If Coward’s statement were true, we would have met in 1989, the year after Heather died, which is clearly absurd.

Second, Coward did not end our relationship. I did.

I ended the relationship with Coward on May 25, 1996, a week before my sister’s wedding. I had gone to see the movie Mission Impossible , near where we lived. While watching the movie, I recognized, in the dark, the heads kissing each other in front of me as belonging to Coward and Lola. Lola was a young girl, 17 or 18 years old, who was extremely emotionally and intellectually immature. She was vulnerable and prone to wearing provocative attire. Coward and I used to take Lola to church with us when she was 10 and 11 years old. Watching them kiss right in front of me left me nauseated, repulsed, and angry.

I left the movie immediately, and Coward followed me, making excuses, saying he was sorry that I saw what I saw, and that it wasn’t personal. He made excuses, but I had caught him and he knew it. I tried to get in my car, but he grabbed my shoulders to make me listen to him. We argued, and I finally had to swing at him with my purse to escape his grasp. I drove straight home, and, with my mother’s help, began putting Coward’s stuff onto the front yard. Coward arrived about a half hour later, and started screaming at me. I yelled back, telling him it was over. My mom said we would call the police, and I did.

The Police Department sent sheriffs to our house. They informed me that they could not allow me to evict Coward or his belongings, because Coward’s name was on the lease for the house. I complied, and allowed Coward to keep his stuff in the house. He left and did not return to the house until the next weekend. He had a large, valuable collection of radio-controlled airplanes that I left untouched, as well as all of his other possessions. For months, Coward had been spending the weekdays living and working in a California City, returning home on weekends, so I presume he stayed the week in his motel in California City.

On June 2, 1996, the day after my sister’s wedding, he and a friend, Von (not real name), came to the house with a U-Haul. He proceeded to take everything he could, including things that were essential to the house, such as the wood-burning stove (the only source of heat), the only air conditioner, and the washer and dryer that he had given to me as gifts. He left the bed, couches, and anything else that he thought either wasn’t valuable or were things that were solely mine.

Years later, he apologized for taking those things, and told me that he hadn’t needed them, and had taken them out of spite.



Corroboration

I have many family members and friends who can corroborate my statements here, including pictures from the time period. This set of friends includes police officers and teachers from California County.

I have professional photographs, from Sears, of Coward and me, taken in 1988. I was 18 years old in the pictures.

The birth and death certificates for Heather are on file in California County. I have a copy of her birth certificate only.

If the Small town Police Department still has records from 1996, they will have a record of my call to them on May 25, 1996.

 

New Names, revealing more than I ever did before.

Why the new name, why the new place?

Coward= Abuser
Hooker Shoes = Coward's wife

Holy cow, what a ride it's been the last couple of weeks. From being dragged back into court again, hiring a team of lawyers and having to deal with all the crap that goes along with those two was a big pile of mess and stress at times.

I've had to change the name of Coward & Hooker Shoes to appease him and to get him to stop harassing me with their constant whining of you're telling the truth to people, and I don't want people to know what a monster I am. Mostly I learned from the court papers which I'm going to share in the next couple of weeks, that he's been lying to her from the get go. The first line on the recent explanation of charges states that he met when I was 20. We met when I was 16 he was 21 and our   now deceased daughter (born premature) was born today Nov 5, 1988 after nearly two years of dating.  I shouldn't be surprised, I believed his lies for years too, it's just weird to be on the other end.

After discussing new names for him, the name Coward was easy to come by because it is exactly what he is. Never owning up to his actions, and saying, "but it was so long ago I don't know why she has a problem."  Also hooker shoes, came pretty easy as well because I kid you not, she wore to court, skin tight JEANS, and platform gold hooker shoes that she could barely walk in. She got attention alright, but it's wasn't because she looked amazing as she thought, it's because she looked ridiculous. Also no one wears jeans to court unless you're poor, and she's not; she's just a ball of make-up, and attention getting clothes.

Even my lawyers were sharing what a piece of work she was and how totally inappropriate she acts and dresses. I will explain the temper tantrum she had later. Oh god, she must be a joy to live with.

The fact remains that I am not your victim, anymore and will never be again.

Let the sharing begin.

Transfer old blog posts

I will be transferring all my old entries, along with some new information that I've been sitting on. Welcome, let the healing begin.

Stopping the Cycle--NO EXCUSES

My mother passed away; she died of kidney disease. It came out of nowhere, I drove down to where she lived, and spent full days, from 8 – midnight at her bedside alongside my father and siblings, and in less than a week she was gone. My heart has only ached this way once before, and that was when I had to bury my daughter. Over the last two years my mom was very ill, but the last four months or so she was getting better or at least stabilized. She had taken her reprieve from being in hospital and recovery homes to open up with us girls about her childhood and past. Little did I know it was her, making amends with her past. She revealed to us that she had been the victim domestic violence to the man she had married before my father. A man only my father knew of, as far as were knew—dad was her only husband.  She was 17 when she ran off to get married in Mexico, to a man ten years older than herself. Quickly she learned that this was not some fairytale story that she imagined it would be; instead it ended up being a nightmare. He beat her, raped her, and when she was pregnant with twins he beat her so severely that she lost them. I almost was in shock to hear my mother tell the story of her life, because in some ways it mimicked mine with Coward. I never told my mother was Coward did to me, out of shame but mostly because I didn’t want her to feel bad that she didn’t see it, or that she didn’t help me. I understand shame very well; it’s what kept me silent for years. I now freely share what Coward did to me and others, because I’m not the one who did anything wrong to be ashamed of, HE DID.

The shame kept my mom silent for 50 years. I wish she would have shared these things when I was younger, so that I would have been more aware of what abuse looked like.

My mother had a really crappy childhood, she married young, was raped, beaten and had to bury two children all before 18. She could have used the hurt that this man inflicted upon her as an excuse to lash out, to beat us, to hurt us or my dad, but she didn’t. She loved, and kissed and hugged us girls all the time. She loved her children, grandchildren & husband deeply and completely.

One thing I want to emphasize is for you to talk about domestic/sexual and child abuse with your children. Tell them when they’re old enough to understand why it’s never ok to hit a woman or man. Tell them it’s never their fault, because they stayed, they dressed a certain way, was “asking for it”—NO EXCUSES and STOP the cycle of ABUSE.

Faithfully an Asshole, Coward of California

Driving back from a trip my husband and I started going over our favorite 80’s music. Throwing out names of bands and singers that had been long forgotten and now where resurrected with our memories. It made me think of one of my favorite bands; Journey, and some of their greatest hits. It triggered a memory of a conversation with Coward about his first girlfriend Cindy.

One day the song, Faithfully by Journey had come on the radio while we driving and he said he hated this song. Why, I asked. “Well it was OUR song, and when Cindy cheated and left me, I couldn’t stand to hear the song any longer.”  Being that I didn’t know the truth yet- of why she had left, only the Coward version of truth so I believed him. The truth was that she left you because you were abusive and a cheater told here, by her in her own words. But you couldn’t tell me that, you’d look bad and you couldn’t play the victim either.  Soon after this conversation with Coward, the band Chicago came out with ,“If she would have been faithful” and this became OUR song.  Coward told me that, “if Cindy hadn’t cheated, then he would have missed out on me, the best thing to ever happen to him.” Hold on for a minute I just had a hardy laugh out loud while I was typing this sentence out.

So to Coward at one point I was the best thing to EVER happen to him. He abused me physically and mentally, cheated, lied, gave me STD’s and so much more. This, was all done to the best thing that ever happened to him, makes you wonder how he treats those he doesn’t like.

Choosing to be with an Abuser

I read a story awhile back about a married with children High school teacher having a inappropriate relationship with a 17 girl who was his student. Besides the normal , “ you’re a deplorable sicko” thoughts going through my head I also thought about his family caught in the crosshairs of the mess he’d made. The wife and children who were going to have to deal with this in their own ways as well; the humiliation, hurt, disgust and a plethora of feelings that they would need to sort through. They didn’t choose this mess. They had no idea of the monster that lied beneath, and were just like the teen he has sex with—victims of his crime.

Then I think of Coward’s wife, Hooker Shoes, and how she chose him, KNOWING about his past. She CHOSE to create a child with this man, a man who has shown he has an affinity for younger girls including her own oldest daughter. She chose him to be around her two other girls as well. She blames everyone else for all the things that Coward’s done. Er, well in her version of reality, these things never happened.  She is not an unwilling victim like the teenager and the pedophiles family, but instead a willing participant.

I once too, like her was loyal to a deadly fault, standing by him no matter what people said. All the stories they would tell me about his infidelities and questionable ways. I had gotten a job at a pizza place in town, and my boss was once friendly with Coward ’s ex-girlfriend. She told me how Coward cheated on the ex, came on to anything that moved, and how she seriously questioned his morality. I didn’t want to hear it she was, “just jealous” Coward told me when I shared what she had said to me.  But when I was deaf to his ways, I was a teenager and Coward’s wife is a 50+ woman; a woman closer to menopause, than puberty.

I cannot wrap my head around how she could willingly do this? I have always been the kind of person who wants to know, WHY? I will never know the answer I’m sure.

While I, and others have been Coward ’s victim and we carry the emotional and for some of us physical scars of what he has done; we can at least know and feel wondrous that we no longer live with a man whom abused women. We will never have to look into the eyes of a man who desired adolescents and had sex with minors amongst all the other horrendous things he’s done.

When I think of that, my arm and spine feels a tad bit better; If only for a moment.