Not the Love of my Life

By Eric L. Di Conti

A story like this is in every city, of every state in the country....and probably the world. It is everywhere. Rampant in the Family Court system, but there has never been any provisions to punish those individuals who make up horrific lies about the other and then publish those lies through police reports, or court documents. The courts merely

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tower 9
• Release date: Dec 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781959182436

Eric L. Di Conti

Eric Di Conti's existence was snatched away by his former wife who claimed he committed the most unimaginable abuse of his two youngest daughters. She expected him to simply run away and disappear, but he did something she never anticipated; he stayed and fought for his daughters. He fought for his right to be a father. And he won.He was lured away from Southern California, to the misery of the heat in Phoenix, Arizona where his life took a drastic turn. No law and no court had any interest in correcting the wrong he faced. And no one can be criminally charged, because it is a "civil matter" and nothing more.His voice, told in first person, gives us an insight into the court system of anytown USA, as this is a problem that won't go away unless the laws are changed. He could be viewed an expert in this field, as he lived it and survived the onslaught of a woman who had one thing in mind; to destroy his existence. This may be the first book of its kind.He is the father of four daughters and resides in Huntington Beach, California. He has no plans to ever leave again.

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Contents

Dedication

PREFACE

1. NEW PATH

2. CAN I HELP YOU?

3. SHE’S TRYING TO REACH YOU

4. WOULD YOU MIND TAKING A LITTLE TEST FOR ME?

5. JESUS CHRIST! IT’S HOT!

6. HEY, FLY SHIT!

7. I’M THE LUCKIEST WOMAN IN THE WORLD

8. THE WRETCHED LIFE OF A PARASITE

9. LET ME TELL YOU GUYS SOMETHING

10. WE’RE IN ARIZONA

11. I HATE FLYING

12. THE RADIO EXPERIENCE

13. I’M SO GLAD WE’RE BACK TOGETHER

14. DO YOU WANT TO MEET ME FOR DINNER?

15. ORDER OF PROTECTION COURT CASE No. CC2006023696

16. HELLO, IS THIS ERIC DI CONTI?

17. WELCOME TO IN-TOWN SUITES

18. ARE YOU READY?

Tiffany Nelson

Susan Nelson-Stephanson

Eric Di Conti

19. ARE YOU IN CALIFORNIA?

20. PAMELA CHAMBERS

21. THERE’S SOMETHING YOU NEED TO KNOW

Ryanne Ritter Statement

22. YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE WHO I TALKED TO.

Judge Cuccurullo

23. DADDY, JIM IS BOTHERING US.

Request For Order Of Protection

24. HEARING FOR FINAL DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE

25. ARE YOU WITH THESE GUYS?

26. WE’RE WAITIN’ ON SOME LOOT

27. CHRISTMAS IN MAUI 2006

28. THE KEENLAND YEARLING SALE?

29. STEVEN EVERTS, COUNSEL FOR TIFFANY NELSON

Letter To Steven Everts

30. I’M GOING TO STICK AROUND FOR AWHILE

31. RISEN SAVIOR LUTHERAN CHURCH AND SCHOOL

32. CHURCHES ARE A STRANGE BREED OF PEOPLE

33. MY NAME IS LINDA PECANIC

34. HE WOULD HAVE EVENTUALLY BEEN CAUGHT

35. EMERGENCY MOTION TO REMOVE WITNESSES

36. WERE YOU INVESTIGATED BY CHANDLER POLICE?

37. DEFAMATION OF CHARACTER LAWSUIT

38. FRY’S FOOD AND DRUG

39. I’LL PUT YOU ON THE MAP MYSELF.

40. STEVEN EVERTS REQUESTS ATTORNEY’S FEES TO BE PAID

41. WE NEED TO DISCUSS THE RESULTS OF. . . . .

42. WE’D LIKE TO EXTEND YOU AN OFFER

43. A SMALL DEGREE OF VINDICATION

44. JUST ONE TIME, YOU COULD STAND INSIDE MY SHOES

45. RESPONSE TO NEW PATH

Epilogue

FINAL THOUGHTS

AFTERWARD

DEDICATION

To the TRUE Loves of My Life,

Kathryn Elisabeth and Megan Elisse.

I am so terribly sorry for the immeasurable

pain you two were made to suffer through and the

many times I was weak and far harder on you than I

should have been. I want both of you to know that

without the two of you, I never would have made it

through this turbulent time in our lives. Thank

you for being there for me when I was at my weakest

and needed to be reminded I had something to live for.

All my love; Pui di ieri, Meno di domani

This book is also dedicated to all the fathers and mothers who have been wrongfully accused of horrific acts upon children, or each other, within the confines of each respective relationship. It is a sad day when one is accused of an act he, or she, did not commit, but that accusation remains fused to their name for eternity. Worse still is our judicial system will do nothing for you unless you have an attorney and are backed up with enough money to support that attorney for the better part of a year and, oftentimes, much longer. If you cannot, the miserable wretch making those accusations doesn’t ever have to be held accountable.

It’s not a criminal act; it is a civil issue, sir, one judge told me. Really? It is a vicious cycle that doesn’t appear will change anytime soon.

Additionally, I dedicate this work to those swindled by a man so adept at working the mortgage banking system and so genius in his planning that if it weren’t for me believing in what’s right, and having the moralistic instinct to stop him, he would still be out there cashing in on an already crippled banking industry. To the sub-contractors who were never paid and homeowners who lost everything, you are in my heart and I’m sorry I didn’t see through him and react sooner than I did. To Dominique and Mark Acre (Lot 28 in Mirabel) and Tasha and Will Henstein (Lot 32 in Mirabel), who lost nearly everything they ever worked for, know that my prayers are with you.

A society that loses its sense of outrage is doomed to extinction, as Honorable Edwin Torres, a Federal Judge in New York, once said. Much of what is contained in the following pages should be an outrage to many and due to our judicial system I fear Judge Torres may be a visionary in that respect.

To Fernando D. Vargas. Just one little call changed the course of nature. That one little call changed my life. Altered it forever. Though, had you not made that call it is true, I would not have had to endure the wrath of the court system, nor would I have lost so much of myself, but I would also have two huge voids in my life. I hope you are well, my old friend.

Finally, to Tiffany; I found a bottle of Chardonnay out of Mendoza, Argentina called El Enemigo. It’s an amazing bottle of wine, but on the back is a quote that I wanted to add to this dedication page. Considering what you’ve done, it should resonate with you, because it sums up quite a bit; At the end of the journey, we remember only one battle: the one we fought against ourselves, the original enemy. The one that defined us. El Enemigo translates to "The Enemy."

PREFACE

There are lots of tangled knots within everyone’s personality and sometimes being able to write helps me untangle some of them. – Robert Earl Keen

Nothing in this book is of importance to anyone, but me and two little girls. What is important is that I had to tell it, if for no other reason than to feel a sense of personal relief that my side of the story has been told . . . and people have heard it. Why did I write this then? To set the record straight. And to finally finish something I set out to do without stopping, midway through the task, and walking away. To let two little girls know I have not failed them.

Sometimes you hear stories and think to yourself, "There is no way this guy could have done all that, or had that much happen to him." Normally, that would be true, unless you consider this: If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans. This quote comes from Louis Mandylor, a successful actor and director, whom I had the pleasure to meet and become friends with, in the early 1990 s. He said those words to me soon after we met and they have stayed with me ever since. I look at certain chapters in my life, realize I did share my plans with God, recall the words of Louis Mandylor, and cannot discount the strong probability that He does have a sense of humor. Some of His humor though, I would liken to, say, falling out of a car at sixty miles per hour and incurring a bad case of road rash. Some of His humor I didn’t find very funny. Some of his humor lasted far too long.

The pages that follow have nothing to do with anything in my life but for five and a half years; the days between August of 2004 and early 2010. Everything you read that is outside this timeline is merely a precursor to things that came to happen, a result of things that happened, or for an informational background. What is contained on the pages that follow is true.

In reading this, some may view me as just a good Dad who loves his daughters and you would be right. I truly believe I am a good Dad and I do love my daughters. Conversely, there may also be several people out there who might suggest otherwise, and considering my record of accomplishments, prior to Katie and Megan, I would have to agree with them also. Prior to Kathryn and Megan entering my life, some may feel I was the furthest from a good Dad as one could be. At times, I was terrible and I admit it. As a father, some may believe I was as useless as shoes to a legless man. I continue to try to make up for some of those inadequacies. I may have fallen short many times, but the love for my daughters (all four of them) never wavered. This story, however, is about me and my two youngest daughters; Katie and Megan.

You may detect some anger and bitterness in my writing and if you do it is probably well warranted, but this was not written to lash out in anger or to bash anyone. This is merely my story and I am telling it exactly as it happened, how I felt as it happened, and with the hope that people might learn from what I went through. In that respect, nothing else really matters, as this book is to tell the story of a part of my life that was destroyed by one simple little statement made by a person, a messenger, if you will. A statement that flickered as a small flame and may have been made innocently at first (or maybe not), but when it was realized people took notice, the statement was embellished upon until it became a raging forest fire with no means by which to extinguish it.

Normally, books start at the beginning and end when the story is over, but I wanted to begin this book with the ending so the reader can see early on, where my journey took me. From there I go back in time to the beginning, moving forward through my story, and finally circle back to the first chapter. With that said, this book begins with two e-mails one I received and the other is my response. They came toward the end of this particular journey and they were used as the first chapter to give you an idea of what follows in the book and the events that led up to those two e-mail.

Let me say that all of what follows is almost the absolute truth. Each insertion of correspondence, or court records, is inserted exactly as it was sent or filed in Superior Court. Nothing has been changed. I say almost the truth because some of the names of people had to be changed in the event that they didn’t want to have their name/s in print, or I could not put their names in print due to the nature of their business. These people are merely some of the individuals with whom I happened to cross paths during this time in my life.

Some helped me and some did not, but for whatever reason God placed them in my life as either a beacon of hope or a test of my will and character. As is the norm, when dealing with the legal system, there are very few beacons, but rather a plethora of tests put before me. Roadblocks of different shapes and sizes and every one of them had an intricate combination of tasks, which I had to complete in order to get around the same. I do not know who coined the phrase, or if it’s even the quote of a famous person, but it is so true; "In our life, only 10% consists of what happens to us, the other 90% is how we respond to it." This is a story of how those percentages are very different and the difficulty to respond— equally immense.

Mark Twain once said, Write what you know about and that is exactly what I have done, as the content of the pages that follow this one is what I know and is what happened.

My former wife used my extremely abusive upbringing, at the hands of my father, as the catalyst to her stories with the hope that people would hang on to the belief that abuse self-perpetuates; and did so in my case. Though it is true in many cases, abuse does self-perpetuate where the abused becomes the abuser. The fact is, I have never raised my hand to a woman, or a child, and it sickens me to think of such an act.

It has been a long, difficult, and painful road for me and for my two youngest daughters, but my girls and I have grown stronger with each test we are given. We have struggled beyond words, at times lived off what little we had, and appreciated the small things that we could call our own. Our resolve has never faltered, nor has our deep love for each other. Our bond is one that cannot be broken because of who we are and what we have become through this misery. They are my life and I am theirs. Ernest Hemingway once wrote, The world breaks everyone and afterward many are stronger at the broken places. Even in its simplest form, I believe this statement to be true.

It is said that a relationship between a father and his daughter is of great importance in a young girl’s life; I never knew what that meant until Kathryn and Megan became a part of mine and we traveled through a journey no child should be forced to travel. I knew much more about the importance of our relationship once we started our journey together, through the divorce process in Family Court, in the State of Arizona, County of Maricopa.

Everything we learn in our lives comes from a messenger of some kind. To some, it is an act of God. To others, it is a catastrophic event that takes place and changes their lives so dramatically. Still, others find their messenger to be a person they meet, brought together for no explainable reasons and through this person, their lives are altered forever. What I would glean from my life’s changes was learned in the most brutal of ways. My messenger made me part of a disaster from which, under normal circumstances, only cockroaches emerge unscathed. That’s probably the reason attorneys are so abundant. One person starts a disaster, attorneys take it and raise it to a catastrophic event and the only people left standing, in the end, are the attorneys; their pockets stuffed with cash. That’s probably why they are referred to as cockroaches; and with good reason.

My messenger was like a mutating bacterium, spreading its poison throughout my body with only one mission in mind; to destroy the very essence of my existence. My messenger was the worst kind. There’s nothing worse than a messenger who brings with them the unimaginable misery of telling brutal lies about someone and ultimately destroys that person’s life by those same horrific lies. This messenger would be my wife, Tiffany; The Love of My Life, and her vicious lies would bully themselves into my dreams nightly; they continue to this day. In your dreams; you can run but get nowhere. You can fight but never have the ability to hit your assailant. Worst of all, when you scream no sound can be heard and no one can hear silence. You are alone. I was alone.

Several years ago, I received a small spiral-bound book filled with blank pages. I write little quotes, or thoughts, in it from time to time. These writings are a window into who I am as a person and how I try to live my life. I have inserted several of these quotes into the pages of this book as I see them fit into the storyline. The first entry I ever wrote in the book was in 1996 and was the quote of a person unknown to me. It reads: The most noticeable quality of humans is the manner in which hardship is endured. How ironic it was for me to have written this quote, as the first entry, so many years before I entered, what I feel was the Gates of Hell.

Another is from the book, Bridges of Madison County and describes, so closely, how I felt when I fell in love with the woman who would become The Love of My Life: In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once and never again, no matter how many lives-times you live. How miserably wrong I would find myself to be. How terribly amiss my certainty was.

How does a man fall into a pit of absolute chaos and come out unchanged? He doesn’t; he is changed forever.

We all have stories to tell, but some stories - the private ones - will be told to only those whom we trust. Some stories are meant to be kept private and others should be told. Have to be told. Although much of it is private and should be kept that way, this story must be told. Has to be told. My existence was cruelly snatched away in March 2006. Pilfered by nothing more than a street urchin who, once exposed, displayed few noticeable redeeming qualities.

Why did I write this? To reclaim my existence.

Eric Di Conti

August 11, 2018

NOTE: This work contains a vast array of anecdotes laced with my opinion of the same. For the record, my opinions in no way reflect what, or who, the actual person I write about truly is. What I have written with respect to an incident that may have occurred is written exactly the way it happened and is the complete truth. Other than what is found in court documents and through public records, my perception of any given individual in this book is nothing more than my opinion of that person. Nothing more than my opinion. Also, in addition to some important background information and, to some, seemingly irrelevant background information, the pages in this book will carry you through that summer of 2004 and the many months, before and after, I spent struggling with my past, and who I really was as a person. Some sequences may appear vague with missing information, but if it isn’t included in this book, it had very little, or no, bearing on the events described in the same and therefore was not included.

NEW PATH

Optimism always; in spite of everything, even when the events do not seem to justify it. – Joseph Moccia, M.D., Inspirational/Motivational Speaker

Friday - February 13, 2009

On Monday, February 9, 2009, at 5:04 PM, I was driving south on the 101 Freeway in what is known as the East Valley, just outside Phoenix, Arizona. I had just left Scottsdale and was heading to my home in Tempe when my BlackBerry vibrated to let me know I had an e-mail. I pulled it from its case and saw that the e-mail had come from Tiffany, The Love of My Life. The Subject line read simply; "New Path."

I thought to myself, New path? What the hell does she want now? I mean, she never makes contact unless she wants something, or she has had an epiphany that she believes can change the course of nature. By now, I normally found her correspondence fairly comical. Thoughts such as this are commonplace after what I had come to learn about the woman I had loved so deeply, so completely, and for so long.

I couldn’t wait until I got home, so as I drove, I pressed the button to open the file and started to read. There were four words in the first sentence that made me realize this was one of her epiphanies; the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth words, to be exact.

NOTE: The following is the exact e-mail, in its entirety, as it was sent that day. Nothing has been changed.

"Eric:

The service today at church resonated deep within me and I am looking to follow a new path with you for the benefit of our girls.

Colossians 3:13-14 says: ‘Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all those virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.’

With that in mind, I am asking that today, Sunday, February 8, 2009, be the day we put our anger and hurt aside and put our love for the girls in the forefront. There have been real and perceived transgressions, real hurt, and true damage. However, the pain each of us has caused and felt pales in comparison to the love we both share for the girls and the love they share for us. I would do it all again, the good, the bad, the ugly, the fun, the painful-beyond-belief to once again be blessed with these daughters.

Effective today, I want to stop passing the girls off in parking lots like bags of groceries, and instead deliver them to the respective homes they share with each of us. I want them to bounce out of your doorway and jump into my car for our week together and do the same when it’s time to come back to you. I want you to know that each Wednesday you are welcome to join us for dinner and I hope that you do, so we can talk about Megan’s skating lesson and catch up on other news the girls have to share. I mean each and every word here and hope that your love for them outweighs your hurt and anger as mine does.

As a way to begin this new path, I want you to know that the $170 bill you had at Dr. Madrid’s office has been paid in full by me. I want a new beginning and a new path to honor the girls we have been blessed with. I hope you will read the Colossians passage and take me up on the new beginning for the benefit of Katy (SIC) and Megan.

Tiffany

I was taken aback, and maybe even stunned, by this E-mail. As usual, I had a million different thoughts surging in my head. What made things worse (according to a renowned doctor in this field), is that I am afflicted with a severe form of ADHD which puts me in the top one percentile of all adults with this disorder and by 5 PM, my earlier dose of Ritalin had nearly metabolized; I was ready for another 20mg tablet. The diminishing amount of Ritalin in my system made trying to file my thoughts in an orderly fashion, difficult at best. In fact, without this drug, my thoughts, though they all make perfect sense, just slam into each other in about a disorderly fashion as one could imagine. I will go into the subject of Ritalin later on, so for now, don’t get wadded up on the fact that I take it.

After reading Tiffany’s E-mail, and what was even more usual, I questioned her motives. She had done things like this before, attempting to lure me into her little web of deceit, but when she flinched, for whatever reason, I was able to detect it and back away; probably saving myself some misery. Over the past few years, I had developed a keen sense of somethin’-ain’t-right-here. I taught myself to recognize it early, and I became pretty good at seeing the signs of a future beating. It kicked hard with this E-mail.

I called my good friend and confidant, Ryan Quinn, to tell him what Tiffany had just sent me. No answer.

Damn it! I said out loud, God this bastard is hard to get a hold of! Which he was.

If I didn’t catch Ryan sometime during the day, it was rare I caught him after he went home. He rarely answered his phone after 5 PM; it didn’t matter what day it was. I used to joke that once he got home he would crawl into his coffin and close the lid; not to be bothered until the next morning.

When Ryan got home he shut the world out and refused to deal with anything outside the walls of his home and when I jokingly questioned him about it one day, he confided in me that my true beliefs were not far off. Like me, he believes the world, for the most part, is good, but there is a safety zone inside your home; a place where no one can get to you. There is a sense of comfort in knowing we can put a wedge between the outside world and us by merely closing the front door. That three-foot by seven-foot, two-inch-thick obstruction, leaves the outside world right where it is supposed to be; outside.

All I wanted to do was to tell someone about the e-mail and I couldn’t at that point. I forwarded it and then sent Ryan a text message to check his e-mail. When I did get a hold of him, his response was the same as mine; Something isn’t right.

Although, without having any Ritalin on board, I instinctively (or impulsively) wanted to respond right away; however, I waited for a day, or so, before I began to compose a response. I didn’t want to act hastily and fire off an e-mail that was laced with barbs and condescension. If this was a real olive branch, I didn’t want to ruin it.

I knew immediately that my response would need to be direct and concise and for that to happen, I needed time to think about what I would include in the response. I also decided that when she received my response, the girls could not be around to hear her reaction to it, or more importantly, have her read my response to them. In the past, she has done this with some of our correspondence, reading only the excerpts, or portions of the same, that would suggest, to little ears, I was not being very nice. It was Tiffany’s way of showing the girls that I was mean to her and I was a mean person. I’ve always called it damage control since, in a few years, she would be attempting to explain her actions during our divorce (and a great deal more) to the girls. The girls never bought any of the cheap crap Tiffany fed them. Though I never pushed, or questioned it I think, very early on, their loyalty was to me.

My first course of action was to pick up my Bible and read the verse that she referred. I wanted to make sure she didn’t leave out (or add) any verbiage to benefit her new campaign. On many occasions, she has done this when quoting other documents and attempted to use it to her benefit, so I had to check. I have read, and reread, Colossians at length and even though, at only four chapters it is a short book, it contains a great deal of information about renewing one’s faith in Jesus Christ and starting one’s life all over; to be Born Again, so to speak. Colossians give one the recipe for doing so.

Though she picked out a great verse from Scripture and as I suspected, she missed a great many more in the same chapter. In fact, she missed a great many more throughout that particular book.

I decided if this was going to work, and she was serious, there were several things that had to happen before we could move forward. It would have been impossible for me, if not reckless and irresponsible, to just accept what she said without ever questioning her motives. It didn’t matter that she was now attending church, whereas before church was an inconvenience to her and she never took the girls. The only time the girls attended church services was when they went with me.

She had what some call a pseudo-faith, which reminds me of a story I had heard some time ago: One Sunday morning in a very large Church and just prior to the service starting, four gunmen in dark clothing and ski masks entered the building. One of them screamed, Alright, anyone willing to die for Jesus Christ stay where you are. The rest of you get out! Now!

There was a huge scramble for the doors. People pushing and shoving their way to the exits. People were falling all over themselves trying to get out of harm’s way. In a little over a minute the church was nearly empty. All that were left were a few people in the choir, the preacher, and a handful of parishioners who were on their knees praying. The preacher, who was standing at the front of the church and holding his Bible, looked at the gunman, palms outward, as if to ask, Why?

At this point, the gunmen took off their masks and the leader, who gave the initial order to get out of the church, said to the preacher, OK, Reverend, you can start your service now. I got rid of all the hypocrites.

I had my doubts about the sincerity of this olive branch, which The Love of My Life was extending

I started writing my response on Tuesday, February 10 and finished it two days later, Thursday, February 12. I wanted it written in a way that she would realize one cannot just wake up one day and decide that all is well, the flowers are blooming, life is beautiful and nothing in the past matters; because it does. This isn’t the Junior Varsity Team anymore; it matters in a big way. The following is my response, in its entirety, and exactly as it was delivered to Tiffany Nelson. Nothing has changed. You will find that I am very verbose, but this letter had to be this long to get all my points on record. Please bear with it and each point will be answered as you read through the book.

ERIC DI CONTI

3031 SOUTH RURAL RD. #16

TEMPE, AZ 85282

February 10, 2009

TN,

This is wonderful news, Tiffany! However, it’s taken a couple of days to respond to your E-mail because, quite frankly, I’m still a little shocked by the words contained in it. There is so much I want to say and don’t know where to start, but to say; I cannot help but wonder, given your past history, if there is actually an ulterior motive, or personal agenda toward which you are working. Additionally, on one hand, your words are something, of which, I have truly grown to be very wary. On the other hand, I know that in my heart you want this to go away; possibly, considering all that you’ve done, to finally feel better about yourself.

Against my better judgment, I will cautiously accept this offer of yours, for the sake of the girls, with several stipulations. To be certain this cannot happen overnight and to be successful must be done in a series of stages, but I first want to address your reference to Colossians 3:13-14.

I guess the sermon you heard this past Sunday, if what you say is true, had a profound impact on you and I am thankful that something finally has.

The Book, Colossians, I am very familiar with, Tiffany, and though it’s only four chapters I have read the book several times. The Verses 3:13-14 truly is profound and should resonate deep within all of us. However, this particular Book deals with accepting Christ and being a servant to Him at any and all costs; throwing your old life away and starting anew.

Though one verse in a Scripture resonates deep within you, you cannot pick and choose, by which verses you wish to live; you must live by all of them. Maybe you missed the few Verses prior to 3:13-14. More specifically Verses 5-10, which reads; "Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry. Because of these, the wrath of God is coming. You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. But now you must rid yourself of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander and filthy language from your lips. Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices and put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator."

These are the words that should resonate deeper than anything else you may have heard, or read, that day. Nearly three years ago, the Verses in this chapter made me understand what I needed to do to live as a better person and I try to live by them every day. If you are willing to cite Bible Verse such as the one you did, cite ALL of them and live by them. You cannot pick and choose.

To be honest, over the past three years I have become fairly familiar with The Bible, as a whole. Do not mistake me for saying I know The Bible, but rather I am more familiar with It than I have ever been. To narrow that statement down further, I have read the New Testament at length over the past few years, but one of the best Books of The Bible is Proverbs in the Old Testament.

As enticing as you may think your offer is, this is not a bandwagon I can just jump aboard and hope for the best. I would be doing myself a great injustice and my comfort level would diminish considerably, though the one thing that is drawing me toward this is your insistence you are extending this offer solely for the girls. The consequences of a statement of this magnitude come with some sacrifice on your part that could, quite possibly, have an effect of exponential proportions.

If this truly is for the sake of the girls then you won’t have any problem in agreeing with the following requests. Please note they are in order of absolute priority.

1) Move out of the house in which you live with Jim Norton. It is an extremely unhealthy living environment for the girls for a plethora of reasons. It always has been and will continue to be, as long as he is living under the same roof and sharing the same bed while you are not married. The incident where Katie was hurt by Jim’s scissor lock, his drunken rages where the three of you locked yourself in a room until he fell asleep, etc., gives me cause to worry deeply about the safety of the girls. Further, and more importantly and according to The Bible, this is a sinful and immoral relationship. See Colossians 3:5-10. If you are saying you are now putting the girls ahead of EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, then Jim Norton is of little consequence and it shouldn’t be any problem at all to complete this simple task.

2) Write a letter to The Chandler Police Department recanting the statement, and report, you filed on March 3, 2006. You will ask that your letter be attached to the original police report, so when a background investigation is conducted, it too will appear with the report that I was investigated for SEX CRIME-CHILD VICTIM, but they will also see that it was a lie.

3) Write a letter to the Gilbert Police Department recanting your statement that I kidnapped the girls during the trip we went to see my brother, upon his return from Iraq. The letter will state unequivocally that I DID NOT kidnap the girls and take them to California with the intent of never returning to Arizona; that your story was fabricated. You will also ask that the arrest which was made, in absentia, on me be expunged from my record.

4) Write a letter to the Maricopa County Supreme Court stating that the Order of Protection you obtained on March 2, 2006, was done so unlawfully, that your story was fabricated, and that you respectfully request that the Order of Protection be stricken from the record forever.

5) Write a letter to both DeeAn Gillespie and Michelle Kunzman stating their client, Eric Di Conti, never harmed, or abused in any manner either of his children and that the story was, in fact, a complete fabrication.

6) Write a letter of apology to me for a) maliciously destroying my name by making these horrible accusations. b) You will apologize for taking the girls away from me, for over a month, by your malicious act in lying and obtaining the Order of Protection. c) You will apologize for taking, without my permission, and distributing to all of our friends and acquaintances, the very private letter I wrote. You will also return each, and every, copy you made of the letter, as I believe you made many more than the pristine and unread copy you returned to me. I know that at least eight people read that letter and to see the letter, you claim is the only one remaining, to be in such good condition, I find it extremely difficult to believe you are no longer in possession of copies of the same. d) You will also include that you acknowledge, and apologize, that due to your actions I suffered great financial difficulties. e) You will apologize for your harassment of me at every turn over the past three years, INCLUDING having me taken into custody for not paying medical insurance premiums that I didn’t even owe in the first place. You were the ONLY one who could have stopped me from being arrested that day and you did nothing to stop it. f) You will also write that the manner in which you have been collecting child support, for the past three years is a travesty, in that you planned to get a job with a law firm, and NOT stay working as a real estate expediter for $2800 per month, immediately after solidifying more support than you deserved. g) In the letter you will also include an apology for withdrawing every last penny out of our bank account, at the instruction of your attorney, Donna Jewett, on March 2, 2006. Finally, in your letter of apology to me, h) you will apologize for passing out copies of the Order of Protection at the girls’ school, Our Lady of Mount Carmel in Tempe, which you unlawfully obtained by your lies.

7) You will write a letter to both Kathryn and Megan for making up the horrible lies you told to so many people and in it you will also apologize for taking over a month of their lives away from me, their father, due to the Order of Protection. In it, you will also apologize for lying to them, during the time the Order of Protection was in place, by telling them that I didn’t want to be their father anymore, so I went back to California. What a horrible thing to tell a child. I will hold onto this letter and will turn it over to them when they are old enough to understand what you did and understand the damage your actions caused.

8) Write letters to each, and every, person whom you falsely informed I beat you, one time, so badly, [you] could not leave the house for two weeks. These people would include but do not limit to Melissa Nordquist, Susan Collins, Tamara Gerbich, Scott Woodford and his wife Erin, etc.

9) Write a letter to the Sheppard and Ritter families apologizing for insinuating that their grandson/son, Brody, was molested by me and that you fabricated that story, as well.

10) Write a letter to Our Lady of Mount Carmel and apologize for lying to them by making all the plans of being a part of that school for this academic year and then, citing the divorce decree, boorishly yanking them out, so you, and/or your family members, didn’t have to drive to Tempe to drop them off and pick them up.

The school the girls are now in, Imagine Schools in Gilbert, is a joke of an educational setting with immorality everywhere; Kids kissing in the hallways, Katie having her breast grabbed, a 5th grader with a naked photo of her boyfriend on her cell phone (taken by another 5th grader), Katie’s teacher refusing to speak with me on any level above saying, hello. Megan’s teacher just doesn’t speak to me at all. It’s a freaking JOKE Tiffany and you took them out of a safe environment and put them in a place that better suits YOU. It had nothing to do with the girls at all, but rather had everything to do with the comfort of you and your family and you need to admit it. Mt Carmel has NEVER turned anyone away from an education there because they could not afford to pay. It had nothing to do with money because you were NEVER out-of-pocket, nor would you EVER be out-of-pocket and you must inform Mount Carmel of your selfishness and ask for their forgiveness. They would have received a better education from Mt. Carmel than anywhere else in this valley and you ruined any hope of a decent education for the girls. Further still is that they would never be accepted into a school like Xavier College Prep from a school like Imagine Schools of West Gilbert. They had a much better shot at it, had they gone to Mt. Carmel. Unfortunately, you dashed that hope; you need to realize that and admit it.

1) Write a letter of apology to my family, for the disparaging things you said about me, and let them know that everything you had stated about me being abusive to you and the girls, and that the girls were afraid of me, was a complete fabrication and that you would like to be forgiven for the same.

2) Write a letter to the Court saying you are no longer owed any money by me; your attorney’s fees have been completely satisfied and you will not seek to have them repaid now, or in the future. If it’s about the girls, the money is completely insignificant and of no consequence. Certainly, if this task is a problem for you, it is where your priorities lay.

NOTE: Each of the letters you write, and the language therein, will be approved by me and delivered by me, so as to ensure the letters actually get to the respective recipients and are not somehow misdirected. However, if you do not want to write these letters, I will write them for you (on your behalf). Once you have reviewed the letters you can sign them and we can have each notarized accordingly. We can even drop them in the mail together, if you’d like.

3) Put together some kind of a plan in which you feel will best necessitate a reimbursement to me, of half of the funds you removed from our account over the last several years of our marriage. The total of those funds is somewhere around $330,000 and you need to show me where the money went and that I personally benefited from the same. Once you can show that I benefited from these monies, that amount can be deducted from the $330,000. Once we come to an amicable agreement as to how much money was skimmed we can decide how it is you intend to repay the same. The reference that is being made to skimming is in direct response to the offer you made to the several women that you could teach them how to skim funds from their marital accounts, so their respective spouses would never know and that if the marriage doesn’t work out, [they’ll] have a nice little nest-egg at the end.

4) Put together some kind of a plan by which you feel will best necessitate a reimbursement to me, the funds you removed from our account the night of March 2, 2006. By your own admission and testimony, you, at Jewett’s direction, removed over $68,000 from our account and I wound up with what I remember to be $7,401. I think you would agree that this was not a fair and equitable disbursement of funds and it needs to be rectified accordingly.

Once the above has been accomplished we can talk about the girls bouncing out of doorways and into cars. If you think about it, it’s really not that much work, considering it’s mostly a letter-writing campaign of at least fifteen letters and you can be done with it over the course of a weekend. The hardest part will be moving out of the place you live and finding a new place for you and the girls.

If your offer truly IS about the love we each have for the girls, the above shouldn’t take you too long to absorb and then agree to. Until then, I just cannot trust a thing you say, or trust a thing you say you will do. I believe in self-preservation and just jumping into this and taking a ride with you isn’t in my best interest, nor is it in the best interest of the girls. I love them too much to just throw caution to the wind and hope for the best. I’ve done that more than once with you.

I am a good man, Tiffany. I always have been and always will be. I made huge sacrifices for our family the ENTIRE time we were married and provided everything that you ever asked for. If there was ever even the slightest hint of any desire you may have had for something, I made sure you got it. You rarely wanted for anything. Your desire was to stay home and raise the girls and I made sure that was possible by working every waking hour that I needed to, so as to accommodate you and our family. I did all the cooking and made sure that every night, your feet were rubbed because that’s what you enjoyed. I was NEVER unfaithful; however you cannot say the same. I took our vows very seriously, however you cannot say the same. In my life,