Story Time

So the title of this story will be...

How my oldest son and I have been abused, neglected, disregarded, and sadistically tormented by the legal system at the hands of his Narcissistic, money hungry, abusive, negligent, and tragically dishonest father.

So let me start by saying this... This is a ten year long story of something’s that you are going to swear I’m lying about, but I have all the proof to back. Up... so I may not finish it all at once... but this entire thread will consist of this story if Twitter allows.

So... I think we should start at the beginning so make sure all is said and understood.

In 2005-2006 I suffered one of the worse heartbreaks ever. At least I thought I was heartbroken. I was in high school at the time and the guy I thought I was madly in love with was later

found out to be cheating on me with the person I least expected. Worse of all, almost everyone knew but me and once it was revealed, my senior year of high school was spent having to watch the guy I thought I was in love with and the female he cheated on me with walk the hallways

together. When Homecoming King and Queen or Prince and Princess together, go to prom together, etc. this was a blow, because the year prior me and the guy had done the exact same thing. I remember when they won homecoming... the entire stadium got quiet and just looked at

me with the saddest look. Keep in mind my school was on a military base in Fort Knox, KY and consisted of about maybe 200-300 kids. So it was easy for everyone to know what’s going on. I mean. My graduating class could fit on the stage in our drama or art building. Anyways, like

most young and totally naive young girls... I went in to rebound mode. I somehow became attracted to a guy by the name of James Brunson III. To this day, I know it was the universe that had to align me with him because he was NO ONE I would ever date, but I think the drama and

trauma of having to watch the person I believed I was so in love with took a toll and I wanted anyone to just help me escape the pain. Worse choice ever, but you’ll see why I’m saying this as you begin to read. James and I started dating in 2007, right around our high school

graduation or immediately after. Things seemed cool and lovey dovey at first. I mean I was too young and impulsive to really realize that they weren’t healthy... but I stuck with it. I’m a Virgo and sadly, we will stay in situation for so long and know it’s not fitting,

and with him..that’s what I did. So fast forwards little. We’ve graduated at this point. Him and his father James Brunson II seem to take a liking to me being that he(the father) was always inviting me out. I mean to the movies, to come to the house to eat dinner,

I even went out of town with them to Florida and on a cruise at one point. This was a terrible idea now that I know what I know and looking back, but I didn’t know anything back then except wanting to be with this guy I was with and wanting to be accepted by his family.

This was naive as well because Antionette Brunson, James stepmother, was not always nice. She would do things like pull my hair while walking behind me and laugh it off and then at one point when we were about to go on the trip to Florida... she waited until I was headed

to Augusta, GA where they live to call my mother and basically try to create an issue about me coming on the trip to FL even though it had been planned at least a month or two in advance. My mother let her have it, but it was neither here nor there because I was already

on a greyhound... headed to Augusta... and wasn’t any turning back. Needless to say, I went on the trip. She was silent and dismissive most of the time and then tried to make it up by packing me food for my travels back home once our trip had come to a close and I had

to leave from Augusta, GA to get back home in Atlanta, GA where I was living at the time with my own mother. Anyways, in doing all of this... I really assumed that this was almost a decent and kind family and to be honest I was one of those people that just saw the world though

rose colored glasses, and though the red flags and signs were there... I overlooked it and continued to date James and deal with his family. Throughout time, as things shifted, me and James continued to date even though even with him things weren’t vining. Once we got out of

school, and James realized that he wanted to hurry up and get away from his family... I’m kind of backtracking here...he decided he wanted to just go ahead and like his father and stepmother... join the US Army. This was not to his fathers liking and sadly... his father has been

and always will be the type that if it isn’t his way... you have to pay for it. I remember at this time.. me and James were working at a call center but on different shifts or I had previously worked there and transitioned else where. And his father being his usual self,

basically had bombarded him with fake tears to guilt trip him into staying in school and not going into the army and then proceeded to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to eat anything in his house because he was insisting on going in the army not realizing that he was really the

reason his son was trying to escape and go in all together. The father is pictured below.

I didn’t know much about James family life once we started dating. Honestly things moved fast and I didn’t think enough to want to know. I was kind of just there for the ride. After a while I had started to hear how he would run away from home all the time throughout the years

before I let him, and how he was basically just being mistreated and treated like a slave by his parents. Once I came on the scene... he had two very smart, and sweet little brother. One who had a crush on me, which is how I became acquainted with his stepmother... and

in a nutshell... those boys were his responsibility and the family dogs were too. He cooked breakfast for them in the mornings and sometimes was on duty with them at night. He was basically treated like their caretaker and in all honestly lacked his self. I’ll just say it was

a clear difference in treatment between him and his younger brothers and he knew it hisself. I remember one time his father told his younger brother that he was the king and actually had him shout this at James as if he was nothing at all. I don’t remember how it got to this

point, but I will say it was inappropriate and I do remember that. They essentially treated James like he was a step child in my opinion and for those who knew them... I know they would agree. Now I’m sure by now you’re asking where his real mother was. Well that’s another story,

but let’s get into it. I’m only telling you what his biological mother told me and What James hisself has told me. Her name is Maria. Maria is a sweet God fearing woman and from what I have seen an awesome mother, but we’ll just say that James is the child that got away.

Not even because she wanted him to, but because his father needed him to so he could and can control him as he does to this very day. According to Maria, when she was married to James father... he was a very controlling and abusive man. She went from wearing what she wanted

and lived and she desired to dressing as a Muslim woman with her head and body fully covered just because he wanted her to. Keep in mind, he not Muslim... he just sick. According to her... at one point in their marriage she didn’t do something he wanted and while pregnant with

James he choked her til she blacked out and she says she woke up now knowing what was going on but knowing what had happened. This man even went so far as to make her leave her father funeral just because in my opinion he didn’t want to have to face her family. Of course

upsetting her mother and all, but at the time he had so much control over her and had beaten her down so bad mentally and emotionally... that she didn’t know up from down and was kind of just stuck. After she has James, some type of way... I don’t remember... he doctors or

gets some papers basically giving him custody of their son. Pretty much taking him legally from his mother. I don’t know what she did after this, but I’m assuming she stayed... only because according to her... being in the military as well.... she took an assignment in Turkey

and this is what frees her from this situation. Before she took the assignment though, I remember her telling me that the father begged for her not to take James simply because he had just lost another child.. as in passed away. So she agreed. Now I don’t know if the was before

or after Turkey, but either way, he was allowed to keep him. Now here’s why I don’t know which order it happened in. According to Maria... when she left to Turkey... she called the house that she shared with her Husband(James II) and Antionette his current wife picked up the

phone. Once Antoinette was that it was Maria, she hung up and wouldn’t pick up anymore. She later found out about all of this... from her soon to be ex-husband and I know for sure she left after this. Basically while she was in Turkey... he moved his current wife in. Now,

I’ll just say that Karma don’t miss nobody, cause what he did to Maria, Antoinette doubles timed it on him. Anyways... Maria finally goes off to live her and be free... but in true narcissistic sociopathic nature... he don’t want to let go. Even though he is now living with a

whole other woman out the blue... he then starts to make it dang near impossible for her to see James. Doing things like setting up meetings so she could have time and then not showing up and telling him that she was the one who didn’t come through so that he would think

his mother doesn’t want him. Then the one time I do know of him going to have time with his mother... Maria says that constantly this man had him calling home or was calling him... just to make sure that he could maintain whatever ties he had put on him and to continue the

strain on James and Maria Parent Child relationship and connection. It doesn’t even end there. He at some point puts her on child support, and EVERY chance he got... he would take her to court for child support. I mean she was in the military... so it was very possible that

she was paying... but just to further create discord for him losing power and control... he took her repeatedly. I’ve seen the legal records myself and let’s just say... hers and mines look almost the same. He did to her what his son had now for ten years done to me.

Legally harassed, slandered, and abused me. Now. Let get back on track. So fast forward to about 2008. Around this time is when I believe James decided he wanted to go in the military, but was met with excessive combative ness and resistance from his dad. Things were

bad. He talked to me about it a lot on the phone and him not being able to eat and just the stress of it all, and as any abused child would... he proceeded one night to try and kill hisself with some pills he had gotten for a spider bite. Now let me say, I had NO idea that he was

planning to try and commit suicide. Honestly at this point he’d been dealing with his fathers abuse and antics for so long... I thought it would all just pan out. Well it didn’t. Looking back I think he felt trapped in his mind, and having a father who had brainwashed you and

manipulated you your whole life and called it love did not help. That night, unbeknownst to me, he called saying his final good byes, and how he was found out to have had taken the pills was because he called his aunt who’s a nurse and asked her how much someone needed to

take in order to overdose. I found this out later the next day. What saved his life was his aunt called back and spoke to his father and the next call I get is James throwing up and his dad trying to talk it away like it was nothing instead of taking him to the hospital to

get help, just so he could save face from abusing him mentally, and because him being who he is, I’m sure he didn’t want to have to admit to having a son who was clearly needing help and was in crisis.

Anyways. So after this very drastic action, his father I assume eases off of him, ALLOWS him to go in the military without the friction, and that’s where me and his story kind of begins.

Okay. So James gets places in San Antonio, TX for AIT. At this point, we grown... so as most couples... I go and see him over the weekend. This was like 2009. So of course we decide to be intimate... and boom. Two weeks later... I find out I’m pregnant with our son. Both our

first child. It was weird because I just knew I was pregnant. To this day, I don’t know how, but I know how... but I just knew. So anyways... I tell him. He’s cool at first. No crazy questions. No accusations. Just oh wow. He actually seemed happy, until... he tells his dad.

He didn’t tell dad right away.. and prior to... things were cool. He speaks to his dad, tells him, and calls me back... and the first question is... You sure that baby mines? Have you been with anybody else? You sure you want to do this? Etc. I’m honestly pisses, and

offended because I can’t for the life of me firgure out where this is coming from and why I’m being asked something so bizarre. So this is where it all begins. The cool guy he was for a split second, at least as it pertains to the pregnancy, is gone. Now let me say this, he was

not some prize winning boyfriend at all. Very disrespectful at times. If he was mad, I’m the one who caught the fire from it, because he had no one else to take it out on. Controlling and possessive, and truly just over did it at time even physically. I mean, looking back

I spent more time holding a phone with him on it saying not a thing, than I did anything else... because since that’s what he presented to me I thought it was normal... but it was not. It was really a very toxic and manipulative relationship and it got worse once I got pregnant.

So... the first thing that he kept harassing me about was rather I was going to put him on child support or let him make alimony payments, because he didn’t want us to have any paperwork in the system. No, we were never married, but his dad told him about alimony... so he ran

with it. This went on for the entire pregnancy, but all the while he was not only harping on third payments... but also telling me that until he could get a DNA test as advised by his dad... he wasn’t helping me but or do anything for the baby. This also included me.

I remember once I started getting bigger I was working at a daycare and my money was good, but I was also preparing to have the baby. So I asked him to just help me to get some maternity clothes, his response was... why you can’t just wear some sweats? You don’t need all that.

You’ll be alright. I didn’t even own sweats, but he was so dead set on not doing anything for me as advised by his father... that he rather let me and our son lack than did anything at the time. The next issue was me naming our son after him. Making our son James Edward Brunson

Fourth. I wasn’t feeling it, and at the time spirit had given me another name for him, so I wasn’t going for it. This created even more friction. To the point that on the day I went into labor, I texted him begging him to come and he cussed me clean out, all because him

and his father were not having their way in terms of a child that me and him, not his daddy, was having together. At one point in my pregnancy, I still want bending to his rules and wants in terms of the name and the child support payments. And before I continue, let me say

this, I’m not one of those child support type women. I have always felt, if you doing as you supposed to, it’s wrong of me to go and ask the courts to make you do what you already doing and that’s just how I felt. Anyways, it go so bad with him about all of this,

that one night.... he called me. I was probably about eight months pregnant. I still wasn’t saying what he wanted to hear. So I guess this is how he was trying to get revenge. He called me. Ask me if I want to go on a date to the movies. I concur of course, hopeful that

maybe he calming down and after all this turmoil that was happening during the pregnancy... he was chilling out. He ask me to drive and meet him there. I agree. Take my parents car and I’m off. I get there. Text him that I’ve arrived and wait for him outside. He says

he’s on the way and will be there shortly and to go ahead and get my ticket and have a seat. I then go and find a seat and wait. I text him after a while, because the movie is about to start... and he’s still not there. He text and says that he’s headed to Louisville to go to the

club with his homeboy and that I took too long to respond about rather I got my ticket or not yet, so he left. I’m going to keep it real with y’all. I sat there in the theater, and cried like a baby. Embarrassed. Humiliated. And hurt. Pregnant and alone and stood up

over him not wanting to pay money for his seed, even though I had not said he would even be on Child support, and him not getting the name he wanted. I mean it was just bad all around. At my baby shower, my stepdad is on the phone arguing with dad because of how James father

Basically cut me off and then told his son that it was my fault I got pregnant and I should have been more responsible as the woman, even though us having sex had been on his radar for a while. His father told my stepdad that he may not call and check on me, but he sends me

a bible verse everyday... as if I was just some knocked up sinner. I think y’all get at this point that the man is deathly ill in the head and daily I have to just say God bless him, cause this is a generational curse and illness and I wouldn’t wish it on the worse person.

Moving on. So finally, while in labor I go to the hospital. After HOURS of begging James to come to the hospital, he finally shows up and I’m in a room where they just check how far your contractions are and how close and all. He comes in, and instead of asking... how are you?

You need anything? You good? He sits down. Grabs my hand and wipes out a bible. I know you thinking... he about to pray with here. Nope. Not at all. The name I chose for our son over his name is a beautiful biblical name, and his middle name is biblical as well but also his two

uncles names from each side. His fathers brother and mines. He begins reading to me about who The prophet with my sons name is and was and verses. Keep in mind, this man ever picks up a bible. Like never, but just to further prove his point and state his desire for

him to have his name he goes to reading something I’m sure he never even read before. So moving on. I go into labor labor. I’m in labor for four or five days. It’s a snow storm outside and a beautiful full moon. Our son is born with a cry that sounds like a mouse and his dad is

there the whole time, but not with the proper intentions at all. I have our son, go to my recovery room and he joins, and the ENTIRE time he is there... he mentally and emotally abuses me and keeps telling me over and over that unless I name our son after him he won’t be with me