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A Long Tortured Descent into Hell
A Brief History of How Diann Landed In an Unfair Situation

In January of 2001 I (Joseph Zxxxx) met Carrie Sxxxx through my
cousin (and best friend) Marcus and his girlfriend. We went on
a "double date" to the North American International Auto Show then
to dinner, Carrie and I "hit it off" right away, we for the next
week talked at great lengths on the telephone as I went home, I
lived in East Tawas at the time, her in Port Huron, and I owned my
own business at the time, a roofing company, and I had been
considering relocating my company (or closing it altogether) to an
area with a larger labor pool as East Tawas had a very small labor
pool to pull from and I was tired of working 18-20 hour days seven
days a week to pick-up the slack, as so many small business owners
do, and more importantly I wanted to start a family, something one
really can't do working that hard.

So I uprooted my life and relocated to Kimball Township to
decide which direction to take my company, as well as to see if any
kind of relationship would "blossom" between Carrie and me.

As I made this choice in a fairly rapid time frame I was offered
a "roommate" situation with Marcus, which was fine as neither of us
was married or had children. It was an amiable situation for Marcus
and me. That happened near the end of January of 2001. Now that I
was closer to Carrie we both actively pursued a relationship with
each other as both of us had discovered we both wanted to start a
family during one our many long conversations on the telephone.
Carrie moved in with me almost immediately as it (our relationship)
seemed to be somewhat of a "whirlwind" romance, and a romance that
we had thanked Marcus several times for introducing us to one
another.

For about the first few weeks things went along great between
Carrie and me. Around late February early March, Carrie and I found
out that she was approximately 2-3 weeks pregnant, after she was not
feeling well and I took her to the hospital to get medical
attention. We both were ecstatic to discover that we were going to
be fortunate enough to be starting a family together. Now at this
time we chose to keep the great news to ourselves so that we could
bask in our joy and revel in our good fortune. Then as with most
pregnancies, the morning sickness started, of which seemed to have
hit Carrie somewhat strongly and she would vomit with no little or
no warning, and on one of these days she had vomited on the front
porch without any warning that it was coming. Now Marcus and his
girlfriend were concerned about this and inquired if everything was
alright.

Now signs that something was wrong start to appear. When Marcus
and his girlfriend inquired with concern if everything was alright,
Carrie "snapped", she flew into an irrational fit of rage towards
people who were concerned about her well-being, screaming, yelling
and throwing objects, luckily at this time objects were only thrown
at walls and the floor. I had assumed and hoped that this was only a
hormonal imbalance due to the pregnancy and "let it go".
Approximately 1-2 weeks went by without any outbreaks or odd
behavior when Carrie and I decided we would let our friends and
family in on our great news of our up-coming child. Everyone, as
expected, was thrilled for us. Things were good until late March,
when Carrie was getting ready for work one day, and needed to dry
her workpants. She pulled Marcus' clean clothes from the clothes
dryer and threw them on the floor. When Marcus discovered this he
was somewhat baffled. So when Carrie arrived home from work he
simply inquired if Carrie had done this and she said "yes" as if
someone had ask her a dumb question or as if to ask, doesn't every
one do this?. Now Marcus would have been justified to get upset
about this, but didn't, he simply ask Carrie if "in the future would
you (Carrie) please put the clothes back in the dryer or on top of
the dryer, not on the floor?" At that Carrie just "flipped-out" and
started screaming, yelling and physically attacking Marcus, she drew
blood from his arm in several places when he tried to block her
assault, but Marcus did not want to hit a woman, especially his
cousins/best friend's pregnant girlfriend, but just could not get
away from her violent assault as he was leaning against the inside
corner of the kitchen counter, and that was when I stepped in-
between them and received a few blows from Carrie, but was able to
get her to finally stop her assault (poor Marcus). At this point we
(Marcus, his girlfriend and I) were in shock from this irrational
outbreak. Concerns began to grow.

About this time Carrie and I decided it might be best to find an
apartment of our own. So in early April we had moved into a small
apartment in Port Huron that Carrie had rented in the past and found
out that it was about to be vacant soon and available for rent. We
moved in and at first everything was fine. For the most part we had
got along well with each others families, with the exceptions of her
behavioral outbreaks mentioned above. Now during this time and for
the next few weeks I started to notice that Carrie was
somewhat "messy" and ask her why that was and she indicated that
this was normal for her and that her seventy-something grand-mother
used to come over and clean the apartment for her, and that she
would continue doing so. Now at that point we started having
problems between her and me, because I felt and stated that as
mature responsible adults we both were capable of cleaning up behind
ourselves and Carrie just assumed that other people would just
continue to clean up her messes.

This topic became a constant source of conflict between us. Now
Carrie was actually getting worse in matters of not making messes or
cleaning up behind herself to the point that she was starting to
scream and yell at me for being frustrated with not a messy house,
but an absolute filthy house. Now I understand that sometimes people
just get a little wore out and leave the housework for the next day,
and I never expect a person to keep a home as sanitary as a lab or
expect "the woman" to do all of the house work, but I however do
expect that other mature adults would at least try to limit the
amount of messes they make when they know someone else, i.e. me,
will be the person cleaning it up.

The messes were not minor issues but they were issues such as
trash being thrown on the floor when the trash can was three feet
away, or dirty, half-eaten dishes of food sitting all over the
house, or clothing, books, and one of the worst, Carrie urinating in
a dirty salad bowl she had left on the coffee table and then slid
under the sofa because she "didn't feel like walking to the
bathroom", for me to come home from working a double shift and no
sooner than I walked 2 feet in the door curious about the smell of
urine to get no reply from her for several hours while I searched
for the source of the over-powering smell before she informed me
about the salad bowl and her "reason" for it being there. I was
flabbergasted, because I believe that is not normal behavior for an
adult. Which led to her having an emotional outbreak about it and
about how she "is incapable of cleaning anything because her mother
died when she was 13 years old", how that has any bearing on an
adults ability to clean behind themselves, I do not know.

But as I now had very serious, and legitimate concerns about the
kind of mother she was going to be to our child, I offered to help
her to find a counselor to help her resolve her very apparent
issues, at which time she started an absolute insane screaming fit
at me, and her phoning her grand-mother to drive over and pick her
up because I was acting "crazy" and a whole host of other lies. I
was now certainly going through a whole range of emotions from
concern, frustration, confusion, and helplessness, that here was my
now fiancé that I just seemed unable to reach or to help because
even though I know that you can not help others unless they are
willing to help themselves, I still had to make an attempt to find
help for her and to very hopefully save the mother of my unborn
child so that we could have a happy and "normal" as far as the
definition of "normal" goes, normal family life together. But at
this time I was getting pessimistic that was going to happen, and
made it a point from that day on to try to make everything in our
lives as stress-free, and easy as possible in hoping that there is
going to be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Carrie returned home a few hours later, calmer, but she seemed
somehow different, not in appearance but in demeanor and the way she
spoke, what seemed to be always on the verge of fits-of-rage,
confusion, tight-lipped, and guarded. I inquired how her grand-
mother was taking all of this and she replied that grandma no longer
liked me and that Carrie should leave me. Problems now seem to grow
even worse. The messes became worse; the "attitudes" towards me
seemed to worsen. And when others were in ear-shot Carrie always
seemed to be trying to "bait" me into any kind of conflict that she
could. It was about this time was when the "whispers" started when
we were around her friends and family and when I got closer to the
conversations, they would stop talking. This leaves me to inquire
from Carrie about why none of her friends or family liked me
anymore, to which she replied "they know how crazy you are and how
you could hurt me at any time and how you took advantage of me." I
just did not what to do or how to fix it, however I kept on going in
the most positive and peaceful manner possible, and always kept
my "cool", something I have seemed to be able to do in any situation
I have run across in my life, that is to say that I have a knack for
staying calm and rational during times of crisis.

We continued on like this for awhile with a few calmer moments
in between, a between time of when Carrie was not in regular contact
with her family or friends, a time when others were not around to
give her a reason to act the "drama queen". Then whenever she spent
time with these people we would end up in turmoil again. Then came
the day of August 9, 2001 when Carrie spent most of her day with her
grand-mother, when she came home she was in tears because her grand-
mother had been giving her "grief" all day about being with me. When
I tried to calm her she started again with yet another fit-of-rage,
a rage that led to her physically attacking me, now having spent
eight years in the United States Marine Corps I am quite capable of
defending myself, but I just felt that even though I had a legal
right to defend myself and repel this insane woman's assault, I did
not for fear of harming our to-be born child, so phoned the Port
Huron Police, as soon as I dialed 911 Carrie had very quickly calmed
down so I hung up the phone, a few moments later the police arrived
to find Carrie being very belligerent to both me and the officers,
but the police were able to get her to calm down and convinced her
to call her grand-mother to pick her up. That was the day our
relationship ended.

A few days later Carrie phoned me and said her grand-mother was
out of the house and if I would come and pick her up, I agreed and
when I picked her up she seemed almost apologetic in her demeanor
and she told me that she could spend time with me as long as her
friends and family "did not find out" that was about the time I
realized that Carrie and I would never have a relationship that
would work on ANY level. And a day that I realized that part of the
reason that Carrie had some of the apparent issues was her friends
and family. Now that I realized that we would not have a successful
relationship I still knew that we had to try to make something work
between us for the sake of our child. During this time we had many
long phone conversations, conversations that were being recorded by
me and with Carrie's knowledge; I had to document these bizarre
talks, conversations that would include Carrie complaining how she
felt her friends and family were trying to control her and how she
just wanted to come "home" to me. Something I told her I did not
think was going to happen if the wild behavior continued. And
conversations of Carrie making threats to commit suicide,
conversations of Carrie crying and begging me to punch her in the
stomach so that she would have a miscarriage, conversations that I
was horrified at. I had no choice but to endure these conversations
if for nothing more that to act as a sounding board for her problems
and hoping that it would be enough for her to "vent" to a point that
she would calm down and not do anything to harm herself or our
unborn child. It was an absolute nightmare during a time that should
have been happy and joyous.

I began to make phone calls to state agencies and to various
therapy counselors in the hopes of finding a solution to these many
serious and legitimate concerns. But I had no success as I was told
time and time again that there was nothing that could be done unless
Carrie sought help from the counselors, and nothing the state
agencies could/would do as they did not consider a fetus a life and
that unless I was an immediate relative I could not have Carrie
committed for her own good. Damn Roe V. Wade I thought so many times
as possibly if there were laws in place to protect unborn children
there might be some relief in sight. I digress.

For the next few months we kept the amount of contact between us
quiet from her family and we went to Dr.'s appointments together and
discussed what we wanted for our child. We came to many agreements
about child rearing, custody, name of our child, etc... Now as the
due date was approaching her grand-mother's involvement started to
get more and more and turmoil again started. Carrie was having a
healthy pregnancy and was about past her due date so the Dr. chose
to set a day to induce labor. Now her family was very involved with
everything that was going on, if fact dictating to Carrie how and
when she was going to do everything, including keeping our child
from me and not letting ever see our child. I'm sure by now you are
wondering why I keep referring to our child as "our child" but up to
this point we did not know what the gender of the baby was as Carrie
wanted it to be a surprise.

November 16, 2001 our child, Diann was born, it was a joyous,
but very bitter sweet day for Carrie and me as we knew what we
agreed on and both knew that all of our agreements were going right
out the window because her family had "gotten" to her, and I knew
that from that day on we would be at odds with one another and that
it would be a long, bitter, and in general nightmare of a battle in
order for me to be able to provide Diann with the life that she
deserves, a life that I knew that if Diann was in my care would be a
calmer, happier, and more positive life.

During our time in the hospital Carrie and I got along fine but
she was always "on edge" that her family would walk in and catch us
getting along. When ever her family walked in Carrie's demeanor
towards me would drastically change to an attitude of annoyance with
me, and an unfounded claim of fear of me. We filled out all of the
official paperwork that goes along with the birth of a child, and
all of the paperwork that was filled out when her family was not
around went on through without any changes, but any paperwork that
was filled out when her family was around was either altered or
disappeared entirely so that it would have the appearance that I was
not being supportive or cooperative. It was a time of realization
that Carrie and her family was very manipulative and conniving, and
would do anything in their power to lie about and slander me anytime
that they had an opportunity to do so.

Now that Carrie and Diann were home from the hospital it was
days before I had an opportunity to find out anything about Diann.
Days that seemed very long and worrisome as I had no idea of how
well or poorly Diann was being cared for. When I finally was able to
talk with Carrie she was very "stand-offish" toward me, and started
to rant about how she did not even want children and that she was
going to keep Diann from me just to make my life miserable. She
absolutely refused to allow me to see Diann or accept anything that
I bought for Diann, i.e. clothes, toys, etc… I had no choice but to
become the Plaintiff with VERY legitimate concerns and grievances.

We were scheduled for a magistrate hearing, a hearing that
Carrie was rude at, lied about me at, and even threw a fit at, but
there were issues that we did agree on, including no child support
orders, concerns about Carrie's grand-mother which appeared to both
of us as advanced age and possibly senility, as Carrie's grand-
mother would occasionally address and confuse Carrie as Diann,
Carrie's deceased mother's name and our child's namesake. We were
scheduled a court date, Carrie failed to show and the judge, Judge
Elwood Brown, refused to hear any concerns or to let me state my
case, to let me state my case in a court of law which is where I
foolishly assumed was where people with legitimate grievances went
to have them resolved. What a jerk, someone who has a "god complex",
at least as far as I can see.
The judge gave orders which were not satisfactory to either of
us. But at least I was able to visit with Diann, at least according
to the order entered. What a great parenting time schedule, a
schedule that basically boils down to non-custodial parents who to
pay to baby-sit their own children, but not enough time to make any
substantial impact into a child life as the very few hours the
parent gets to spend with them just is not enough time to counter-
act the negative light that the custodial parent, at least in this
case tries to cast on the other parent. Again I digress. However
when I would go to pick-up Diann for my parenting time, Carrie would
try to degrade me in front of Diann, or if Carrie's grand-mother
would answer the door, she would shout loud enough to be heard two
blocks away "that a**hole is here" and certainly loud enough for
Diann to hear. But when I would be standing at the door waiting for
Carrie to get Diann ready to go I would overhear Carrie and her
grand-mother arguing about how she (her grand-mother) was getting
tired of Carrie always leaving Diann for her to take-care-of. As
Carrie lived with her grand-mother at the time, and when I brought
this up with the friend of the court I was told that "Carrie living
with her grand-mother had no bearing on how well she could care and
provide for Diann."

I followed the judges orders to the letter, but I lost my job, I
feel because my employer did not like that I now had to devote so
much time in fighting for Diann's protection, at any rate I lost my
job. Now that I was not working and let the friend of the court know
this I figured that they would lower my child support payments,
payments which should not have been court ordered, while I found a
new job, fat chance. Now that I was unemployed and falling behind in
payments I get a letter to show that I was to appear in court
regarding these payments, in short the judge did not care what I had
to say nor did he care to answer any of my questions, he denied me
my right to say my piece and to get much needed answers, it was
like "fast food" court, it went so quickly that when it was over I
felt like asking if I could have fries with that?, but didn't. I was
thrown in debtor's prison, according to the court it was for
contempt of court but it was in reality it was for a perceived debt
owed, a debt that was in excess of twenty dollars and by my rights
should have been decided by a jury, not a "god complex" judge, who
when he was on the phone with my attorney at the time stated that he
did it "to teach me a lesson", well he succeeded in just that, the
lesson I learned was that the state likes to violate a person
federal and Constitutional rights, including my seventh amendment,
eighth amendment, as well as Article VI, paragraph 3, which the
judge seems to think does not apply to him. Again I digress.

I made it to every visit I was allowed, Carrie and/or her grand-
mother would not always be ready or on time, like the Thanksgiving
of 2002 when Carrie was over an hour late in showing with Diann, she
handed Diann over to me and I ask her that since she was over and
hour late if it would be okay with her if I kept Diann an extra
hour, at this Carrie "flipped-out" and started screaming and yelling
at me. Then she started to swing her fist at me, while I was still
holding Diann in my arms! I made an attempt to hand Diann off to my
girlfriend who has since become my very wonderful wife who was
standing in the front door of my apartment, Carrie slammed the door
shut almost slamming Diann's head in the door, but thankfully to my
quick reactions I was able to get Diann's head out of the way,
however Carrie did manage to catch Diann's hood of her sweater in
the door, and causing Diann to start crying because Carrie's
outbreak scared Diann. Luckily Carrie's boyfriend at the time did
pull Carrie back by the arm and tell her "just let the poor guy have
his kid" which was enough time for me to get in the door with Diann
and away from Carrie's irrational rage.

After that Carrie's campaign of slander and defamation of me
started to get really ugly. She made a lot of false and unfounded
claims against me and was able to convince the friend of the court
and protective services of these things, and these state agencies
very unfairly took her word for face value did no real investigation
into her claims against me, and really made the agencies think even
more poorly of me than they already did. How irresponsible of them I
thought. But as I have been told many times before and since "you
can't fight city hall" which I found to be very discouraging and
frustrating that these supposed un-biased agencies just would not
listen to me or to listen to reason and more importantly refused to
consider Carrie's LONG history of mental illness and criminal
behavior, as I discovered by exercising my right to the public
information act and getting copies of her past police reports and
finding that Carrie had this horrifying history, including attempted
suicide and stabbing her boyfriends MINOR son in the back with a
screwdriver, and other reports that just went on and on, and reports
I made sure that the friend of the court and protective services had
copies of so that they may reconsider what I felt was very poor
judgment on there part. I feel that Diann and I have received very
poor treatment by these agencies that had the law bound duty to
provide for the safety of children.

So many times I knew Carrie was mistreating and/or neglecting
Diann but felt like I was beating my head against a brick wall that
just would not give way t reason. Like when I would pick-up Diann
and she would have bruises, cuts, and scrapes on her body. I would
call protective services to only find resistance and an
unwillingness to come to my home to investigate or document these
findings. I remember one instance in particular when Diann was about
four months old and she had bruises all over her face, bruises that
four month olds just do not get unless someone put them there. I
phoned protective services to find the same old resistance and ask
to speak with the workers supervisor and found him to be somewhat
rude and very unwilling to do anything to protect an innocent child,
so I came to a resolve that I was going to get a worker to my home
to document this, I waited a half an hour then had my wife make an
anonyms phone call from the neighbors house about a young child with
bruises on her face, in short, a protective services worker was
knocking on my door less than thirty minutes later. That leaves me
to wonder what kind of "black-list" I could be on.

I kept up with going to every visit I was allowed and after a
while Carrie just stopped showing completely, I made the friend of
the court aware of this for over a year and NOTHING was done to fix
this, and after about a year of sending the friend of the court
about this with a form letter that I made on my computer, (what a
sad day that was to have to do that) I came to a point of
realization that there was nothing that I could do and nothing that
the courts were going to do about this. So I did not get to see
Diann, who I care for a great deal, for close to three years, (what
a grave injustice to both Diann and I) I was at work when my wife
phoned me and said that I have a letter from the Department of Human
Services, I told her to open it and read it to me, when she did I
had her fax it to me at work and read it form myself and found out
that I was to appear at a hearing about abuse/neglect of Diann, I
phoned the worker, Amie Neil, and she at first did not seem very
friendly or helpful in informing me about what had happened or what
was going to be done, but she did explain to me that she could not
tell me what was going on until she verify in person who I was,
which I could understand. So here I am waiting to see my daughter
and wonder what in the world Carrie had done to have Diann taken
from her by the state, worrying about what kind of harm has come to
Diann.

Wednesday May 3, 2006 I finally get to visit Diann, and we (my
wife Kathy and I) went to a state visiting room, the kind of room
with a two-way mirror for the workers to watch you, (NOW they are
concerned about Diann's safety). Now I finally got visit with Diann,
she was very happy to see us (my wife and I) and we got to visit
with her before we got to talk with the social worker, everything
went fine, however a few times while playing games with her she
mentioned something about "blood on her arms", my wife and I gave
each other a concerned look and played it off and moved on, but sat
there wondering what in the world had happened to Diann.

Now came the sit down with the social worker to find out why
Diann had been removed from Carrie, and the report read as follows…

On this date police were called to Ms. Sxxxx's (Carrie) home. When
they arrived they had discovered that Ms. Sxxxx had stabbed her
boyfriend, Mr. Brewer, in the chest. Ms. Sxxxx then attempted to
drink a bottle of bleach after taking several prescription pills in
front of officers to avoid being arrested. Diann was present during
this incident and was found cleaning up Mr. Brewer's blood when
police arrived.

…Ms. Sxxxx has reported that she was using cocaine for three to four
months before this investigation… and her boyfriend was dealing
drugs from her home.

…In addition, it appears as though this may not be the first time
that Ms. Sxxxx has stabbed someone. (About eight years ago she
stabbed her then boyfriend's MINOR son in the back with a
screwdriver, a story that when I inquired from Carrie about she gave
me a sob story that was quite different from what the police report
stated and from what the boyfriend and victim of that assault have
as they were neighbors of mine a few years ago and I have had
contact with in the past.)

The report also told about how Carrie had on a few occasions
physically attacked her seventy-something year old grand-mother
while her grand-mother was driving with Diann in the car. There are
countless reports that I have heard and countless incidents that I
have personally witnessed that tell me that Carrie is a woman who
has deeply disturbing mental problems and has in the past as well as
in the future be a constant threat to the safety and welfare of
Diann, and should by all means have all parental rights terminated,
the FACTS support this thought. And furthermore given the fact that
the state and the courts have haphazardly taken Carrie's ill-will,
hear-say, words against me, they should know by now that I am the
ONLY choice for Diann's placement. Regardless of the agencies and
the courts opinions of me that I am temperamental or give attitude,
I do not, because I will no longer play the role of Oliver Twist
standing before the courts with my head in my hands begging, please
sir, may I have some more, but I am a parent who will be very stern
with the courts and the state agencies who have knowingly,
willfully, and criminally neglected in providing for a safe, happy,
nurturing, environment for Diann.

The way I see it, let's stop the insanity in this innocent
child's life and get her to her father's willing, loving, caring,
nurturing, and protective home, and let's get it done sooner than
later. Let's get her away from a mother who will if allowed to
continue to be an influence in her life, will continue to subject
Diann to untold trauma's, from a grand-mother who has not always
been as sweet and as innocent as she would like others to believe,
and who is showing signs of senility, which could be dangerous to
Diann.

Signed,

A Loving and Caring Father

Update 5-19-2008

Well after jumping through ALL of the hoops that were supposedly required of me (apparently that did not matter as it was already pre-determined that Diann was going back to her mother) (and the parenting class instructers stated to my wife and I that "We (the staff) had a meeting about your family (Diann my wife (Kathy) and me) and we ALL decided that every parent here NEEDS to be here with the exception of you, we ALL feel that there is NO NEED WHAT-SO-EVER for your family to be here") the courts and the judge knowingly, willingly and criminally chose to endanger my child by placing her back with her mother* (if you could call her one).  *Who by the way is a convicted felon

Even though Diann will cry, and scream that she does NOT want to go to her mother. Not to mention now that her mother has her back, I get to pick her up every other week-end so that my wife and I get to pick fleas and lice from her head because her mother is an unkempt pig who can't clean up behind herself.

It is quite apparent that the state does NOT CARE about a child’s best interest.

I sincerely wish and hope that these LOW LIFE criminals receive justice through some other violent criminal who will make their suffering LOOOOONG and SLOOOW before they succumb to what ever tortures they rightly and justly deserve and earned.

I have a penis so therefore I am the scum of the universe and and no matter what I do, say or PROVE, I am wrong and my great qualities count for nothing.

My attorney Jarrod Fleming commited suicide leaving me in a lurch, and now the blood sucking lawers are circling wanting $6,000.00 to $50,000.00 retainers to represent me (even though those same lawyers would handle Carrie's case for about $400 total).

The Friend Of The Court* is just that; a friend to the court; a department which exist for nothing more that to justify their own existence. (also known as Friend Of The C*nt)

Oh and the thing of beauty; Grandma has openly addmitted that she does not care for the way Carrie cares for Diann and that Diann would be better off with Kathy and I because we provide for her, do things with/for her. At least it is a small victory to win over one of the biggest skeptics.

I ask you: Do you feel I would be justified in filing a three quarters of a billion dollar civil suit against the state, the judge and the social workers?