Money&Laundering

What to Expect

We, my brother and I, are not writers. Grammar and literary expertise are not among our list of qualifications. If you are looking for mistakes, I promise you will find them. What we wanted to do was publish a blog detailing our experiences. Everything here is true backed by documentation, or first hand knowledge. We are not out to ruin anyone's life, we just want to tell the story and eliminate the ability to hide in anonymity. We hope in publishing this blog, it will help bring some justice that we so desperately want.

About the Blog

This story is about my dad. In the beginning we had his permission to do this blog but upon the blog publishing and his ex-wife realizing that we were telling the story in public, she became angry and he decided he didn't want it out. I unfortunately, was there for all of this story and it's uncovering, so it's my story too. I never want to hurt my dad, but the truth needs to be told.
For 27 years and 363 days he was married this woman you will hear about soon. Through weird circumstances and a little research we unraveled years of forgery, theft and lies. Our world became this weird story line out of a bad movie. So it seemed. As we have tried to help our dad rebuild his life, it just seems to get more complicated as we go. We know only a small portion of facts (which is scary). We will stick to the facts we know, but keep in mind there was almost 28 years of deception.

About

27 years

First, my brother and I are not writers. My grammar and punctuation are horrible. If you're looking for mistakes, I promise you will find them. We just want to tell our story, so that the truth is exposed. Second, while very unflattering to the people involved, everything we have to say is truth. In this blog we will try and make sure that anything mentioned can be backed up by documentation or first hand knowledge. OK, maybe an opinion or two. So to say it's defamation or

Red Flags

Now keep in mind I'm only telling you the big stuff. There were hundreds of smaller red flags along the way that at the time didn't have a lot of significance. Something was always "off." You never could quite put your finger on them, but the story never made sense or it was a weird situation. For instance, the cell phones would both just ironically stop working on the same day and the story would be that the billing was messed up or where they lived they couldn't get service

Missing

Life continued, and we eventually got used to what I would call the normalcy. The fact that there was never any money, the calls from the creditors. Didn't really discuss with anyone about them. Then it started to seem like dad would go try and find something that he knew he had and it would be missing, tools, a rare coin collection, one gun he won in a skeet shoot competition that he was super proud of, another that my mother had given him, a gold nugget ring and many mo

Jitters & Jobs

If you've read this far I can't tell you how much we appreciate it. We want this story to be heard by anyone that will listen. These last few posts, in the scheme of things are very minor to the detail we will reveal in the upcoming reads. So, please stick with us, you're not going to want to miss it, but we have to tell you some of these things so you can get the idea and context of all that is coming. This post is a little longer than the last few so bare with me. There's l

Suckers

There are not good transitions from one story to the next in this series of events, but they must be told. Have you ever seen the movie "The Funny Farm" with Chevy Chase? If you have, then you probably remember the mailman. If you have not, please go watch it and you will get a good laugh when you realize what I am talking about. This is how I imagined Dad's mail man to be, and our mailman for the time that we lived in the green trailer house. We always had issues getting

Land of the Lost

(Due to recent events, some names have been excluded to protect the guilty) The foundation has been laid. There might me some additional details that are added here and there, but here is where we get into the thick of things. I hope you are already have a lot of questions. Get ready to add to them. This is going to blow your mind, at least I hope it does. This land has always been something that Dad has been proud of. It's a part of his identity. He's lived there since

$135,129.27

(Due to recent events, some names will be excluded to protect the guilty) The above amount is what she was charged with, not $20,000. In the paperwork we received, she also made an upfront payment of $8,400. Where did she get this amount of money? She is on probation from 2014-2024. Crystal asked Dad why he didn't know it was this amount and why didn't he go to court with her. She told him not to, that she had it handled and it was no big deal, so he stayed home. We later

Like Pulling Teeth

So the day after we found out about the land, Dad had a dentist appointment scheduled to have a tooth extracted and I told him I would take him. He also wanted to go to the bank and credit union where his savings were located to try and secure his accounts because he knew that it needed to be done. We had no idea what to expect. With gauze in my dad's mouth, we headed to the bank where his checking account was located. We walked up to the counter and asked for the most recen

Sleuth

Crystal asked me to meet her at dads so we could start going over the paper work. What is going on, what is happening, it is all surreal. As we try and figure out where to start, we decided to organize all the different paper. As we separate bank statements and other documents it is almost overwhelming. With adrenaline rushing, we were just in awe of what we were looking at. And some of the pieces wouldn't fall together until later on down the road. We start going through

Past Due

At this point, I can't tell you which days things happened because everything began to run together in a blur of shock, anger, and devastation. Dad and I spent almost every day for the next two weeks in the car chasing down accounts and trying to pull together some small portion of a "new normal" life for him. We went to the post office to take his mail off of hold, yet again. We tried explaining a little of what we needed and why, the lady there in the office says oh yeah,

Just Laundry

One evening, Dad was out of the house watching my niece play volleyball out of town with my sister and my brother-in-law and nephew went out to go feed their horses out at Dad's land. When they got there, the back door was wide open. Now at first, they thought this could have just been the wind or it not getting shut good, because it was an old house, but upon further inspection, the lock had been jimmied with a screw driver or something. You could see the scrapes and shav

Cotton-eyed Joe

My brother came up with the title and it's so accurate. "Where did ya' come from, where did ya' go". Of course, we are referring to all the money. Weeks and weeks of documents and pages and pages of money coming in and money going out with nothing to show for it and no answers. By the end of August, we still would have questions and would have to refer to paperwork to see if we could find answers. I still think Dad was in shock because he would still tell the old narrative o

To Tell The Truth

Going through that many bank statements is tedious work, it causes your eyes to go crossed. We almost want to just give up because there is so many, but yet, we wanted to know where the money went. A few charges that seemed a little odd, they weren't any type of payday loans, or shopping. More detective work is leading us to see that she has been making payments for her son. Now let us be very clear. We have ZERO issue with helping out your child when they need it. This i

Why Isn't She In Jail?

Great question. We have tried to pursue any and all means possible to try and have her held accountable for anything.... anything at all, but she gets to walk away. The checks that she wrote to herself and forged Dad's name - the DA said that if he had given her his debit card even one time to buy groceries, he had given her access to the account and that it was also marital property. The forged state document for his retirement and the hidden money from disability while ye

We've been wrong before

So where does this leave us? This two year road of lies, fraud and unanswered questions, how does it end? I wished I could tell you this ended the way we wanted, but it doesn't. In the times and gaps I haven't mentioned, her visits to Dad became more and more frequent. We would go out to feed horses and she would text him and ask if we had left yet. And sure enough the minute we were on the highway, she would be crossing it on her way to his house. She started leaving small

Where to begin?

I guess first I should say thank you to everyone who reached out to us, asked us questions, supported us, and prayed for us. We could never tell you how much we sincerely appreciate it. It's been 6 years since we started finding out the truth. 6 years. When we began writing the blog, we were honestly hoping everything would come to light, and that somehow there would be some justice along this road. As stated in previous posts.... we were wrong. I have struggled to write this

Just A Little Help

Crystal and I tried texting dad several times throughout the year and they would be undelivered. We knew we had been blocked. We even tested the theory we blocked each other and texted and tried to respond and it wouldn't go through just like it was doing with dad. My dad was not very tech savvy and he wouldn't know how to block a number. We knew what had happened but weren't on speaking terms with dad. He tried texting us and asking for Christmas list for the kids, but w

Indigent

Crystal and I were just supposed to sweep everything under the rug. Act like nothing happened. Dad apparently forgave her and I guess we should too. It is not that easy at least not for me and based on our conversations not for Crystal either. We had just started small talk communication back with dad and didn't want to lose that small glimpse of hope we had. That is why we didn't update the blog, because if we did and she found out it would cause problems again. Everyo

Moving Forward?

There are so many details that I wish we had written down or saved, but as Justin said, we were trying so hard to keep the peace. We wanted that relationship with Dad, and we tried everything we knew to do. It's complicated to try to have a relationship while watching someone be in a toxic situation. I'm sure so many of you can relate. I enjoy my dad's company, but my heart breaks because I want so much better for him. It's also frustrating to hear him talk about her and her

What's left?

Justin and I talk every day. If we don't, it's usually for a pretty good reason. The subject of Dad comes up more often than we want it to. We worry—a lot. We want to rescue him and make things better. We get mad - a lot. We want him to rescue himself, to see the bigger picture, and he doesn't. One of the conversations with Dad was that her son had mentioned that when Dad died he wanted the land. We found out from another family member. We were shocked. Justin and I then real

Keep My Mouth Shut

My work requires some after hours work to be done for clients at times and this particular one started at midnight. We didn’t complete the work until around 6 am. I didn’t go to sleep and went back into work but that night I went to bed around 7pm. About 8pm I got a call from dad. I almost didn’t answer, but decided I better. It was her and she told me that dad was admitted to the hospital with heart issues. She said she tried to call Crystal but she couldn’t get a hold

Bizarre Conversations

Justin and I did stay at the hospital most of the day. The next day , I knew that Dad would be dismissed from the hospital so we both went to work. Dad texted and I had left my charger in the hospital room. I told him I would run by and get it. But then he proceeded to text a bizarre string that confused us to the point I was convinced she had his phone and was texting. It said: "I was wanting to tell you I know y'all was texting each other and I don't know if it was good or

#%&$!

The title of this post is the only way I know how to express how I feel about the next thing that happened. I had borrowed dad's tractor to shred my land and was taking it back to him. As I pulled in, the gate was already open. I started to pull the tractor in and find the best way to back it in. Her son started walking over to my truck. In my mind I thought he was going to ask me to put the tractor in a specific place or whatever. I rolled down my window and to my shoc

"Not Everybody Lies"

Justin called me and told me about what happened with her son. Ironically, we (Johnathon and I) had been there at Dad's just moments before her son arrived. We passed him on the road and didn't know that Justin wasn't far behind. Of course, we had no clue what was happening. Johnathon said that she popped an attitude with him when he got there but Dad told her to go in the house. It was a blessing that we had left. If we had been there when they got in Justin's face, Johnat

Welcome Home?

So, Christmas time was awkward and hard, but we enjoyed the time we had with him. We told Dad that we didn't want anything for Christmas,...