2015 was the start of a 4 year nightmare. I fell victim to a Shantra Crawford, a woman with unresolved traumatic issues towards men and her family. I thought throughout my whole life, that given a healthy environment, good natured people would make healthy decisions. I was either wrong about her being good natured, how environmental conditions dictates human behavior or both; because she turned into someone I didn't recognize after 4+ years.
After the best waging earning year I've ever had as a oncall union stagehand in which I made 80g, I discovered how truly ungrateful my kids mother had become and the true hate for men she had from her years as a prostitute and abuse she suffered from her mother's boyfriends growing up as a child. She refused to seek therapy while we were together and had a couple of sons in the process.
Shantra had experienced everything from a mother who stole her identity, smoked crack/meth in the house and allowed a French national citizen boyfriend physically and mentally abused her and her sister all the while doing drugs with him and allowing his abuse. That was just the tip of the iceberg for the abuse she endured as a child. That all lead to her acquiring an occupation as prostitute and finding America's most violent/disrespected pimp in C-Note to work for, and even being randomly kidnapped and left for dead by a serial killer. How she survived that must have been by the grace of God. Truly she had set out on a path that was innocent in nature but was dark and evil spurred by a debaucherous and sociopathic mother.
I didn't think that being the one man in her life who supported her 100% would end up me being the Man she would take her vengeance on. I also didn't know that my Grandfather, who was still bitter about me defeating him in Family Court and my Godparents in Anita and Doug Wood who wanted to hide their skeletons in the form of child porn I found on their computer would work against me by using her as a tool just as she was using me as one.
In 2015 after all my 2014 W2s came in the mail( I worked for many employers as a oncall union stagehand), it was clear I had made over 80g. I should have been more protective over my space and self with the clear signs of her mental breakdown.
Shantra Crawford, even with a roommate friend of mine living with us, started acting erratic in the months leading up to 2015. She was throwing her head through walls, expressing displeasure in being a stay at home mother and not having a job. She valued money over being a mother, violence and manipulation was the route she was taking. It was so bad she tried falsifying police reports of me abusing her. Having witnesses living with us, her being taller and stronger than me and a huge criminal wrap sheet(for prostitution in 3 states) prevented her from succeeding, that was until the people I once considered family used her as a tool against me to cover up their skeletons.
These were all issues I failed to take seriously enough to not have kids with her and to not trust the family in my life. I really thought giving her the opportunity to stay at home as a full-time mother, trusting her to be a mother and providing a safe place for her would be a beautiful springboard for her to flourish as a person. I was wrong. I didn't account how her trauma would haunt her, especially with her refusal to seek therapy.
This all set the stage for her to unleash her unresolved issues towards men, her family and past choices, on me with the people I once considered family.
It was around February/March in 2015 that she took our two young sons and ran off to her mother's house because she was "tired of not having any control over the money" after I told her to stop spending 400 dollars a week at Wholefoods. She felt controlled and entitled to more money that we really didn't have considering she had full access to it?
This was the beginning of my life being systematically destroyed by a woman and my family who was trying to run away from their traumatic yet abusive past and debaucherous ways.
I wasn't ready for everything that happened after she left. I really thought I was untouchable given that I had given my whole life, time and energy into my family with her. I had/have no criminal record and despite experiencing a lot of trauma myself as a child, with my parents passing as an 11 year kid, I was court ordered to seek therapy and I was cleared as having no mental illness or issues.
I forgot a couple small details while preparing to fight for my young boys, that was how well connected my family was in Las Vegas and how prostitutes, former and current, are considered a protected class of people who are victims not needing any form of rehabilitation.
So now the stage was set for the world/box I created for us as a family would be imploded so easily just because she said so.
