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Hiding from the cops while pregnant

The following is a true story of how a woman hid from some cops for some years while the woman was pregnant. The complete story can be found here.

Around 1979 I found myself living in Portland, Oregon. There I met a rather unattractive woman of easy virtue, dishonest character, below average intelligence, and an obsession with being popular. She was in a gang of drug dealers and prostitutes.

I met her because she came into my place of employment and (with her boyfriend who was on parole from Arizona State Penitentiary) ripped off the merchandise.

As fate would have it sometime later she and I actually went on a date. After that first date I decided it would not be wise to pursue the relationship. However, she was adamant and soon began bugging me and my friends. She and her psycho friends followed us around and harrassed us where we lived. I lived in a dormitory on Portland State University at the time.

The day after our first date she called my boss and told him I lived with her and that I should give her money for groceries. (She actually needed the money for drugs for her and her gang.) I finally got my boss to come down from his high horse and not bug me to give her money. From that day on she made a practice of calling my various bosses over the years and trying to get them to order me to do what she ordered.

In part because she and her friends continuously bugged me to be her boyfriend and to give her money for this or that reason, I soon found myself paying her rent and hanging out at her apartment more and more.

Within a couple of weeks after our first date, I had sort of moved into her apartment because everytime I went back to spend a night in the dormitory, she and her friends would come over and bug me to go to her apartment. As they told me over and over, "You don't live in the dorm anymore. The apartment is your home now". Faye and her friends really knew how to harass a person.

Soon thereafter I met the future psycho mother-in-law.

The mother wanted to know why I was living with her daughter. And then...
and then the psycho mother demanded that I marry her daughter.

And demanded......and demanded....and screamed...and over a period of a month or so even became violent when I refused. The crazy mother even screamed at me that if I didn't marry her daughter, her daughter's father wouldn't speak to his daughter.

I figured why marry the daughter when the daughter was still screwing half the guys on the block and the daughter was always drunk or high on drugs.

When I explained to the mother that marrying someone I had only known for a month or two was not a good idea, the mother, as usual, became furious.

The psycho mother remained furious with me throughout the short marriage with herdaughter.

After the marriage the psycho mother-in-law showed an even more bizarre side.

She tried to tell us (her daughter and I) what we could eat and what we couldn't eat; what books we could and could not read; what television shows we could watch and not watch; what clothes we could wear and what not to wear; where we could live and where not to live.

The psycho mother-in-law even tried to tell us what we could and could not talk about.

Man, she was the ultimate control freak.

What is really bizarre, before, during, and after this short marriage, the psycho
ex-mother-in-law's daughter continued to have a sleazy affair with her boyfriend behind my back.

One of the weird characteristics displayed by the daughter was a need to manipulate those around her. This included almost every guy she met.

Anyway, shortly after our first date, she tried to get her other boyfriend (the guy on parole) and I to fight over her. Apparently it worked. He attacked me with the head of a hatchet one afternoon after I got an anonymous message to meet him.

That sneaky attack put me in the hospital. It took me awhile to recover.

After I recovered somewhat, and after the daughter and I got married, we decided to move to Tucson, where I could enroll in the University of Arizona.

One of the undeclared reasons for moving to Tucson was to get the daughter away from her gang influences.

We moved to Tucson where I got a job working nights and made preparations to go to the University of Arizona.

However, unbeknownst to me, the daughter got involved with a gang once again and, apparently, committed some crimes with her new gang. This caused the Tucson cops to want her for various reasons. One night a couple of Tucson cops came to where I was working and asked me if I knew where she was at. I told them she was at home but it turns out she wasn't. Once Faye had found out she was wanted, she hightailed it back to her parents' house in Portland, Oregon.

Of course, she did all this without my knowledge. Later on, however, I found out she was pregnant. Also, later on, during and after the divorce, she was able to hide from the Tucson cops and the Portland cops in Washington County, Oregon. Faye, her mother, and Roger Weidner cooked up a scheme to hide Faye from the cops that entailed falsely accusing me of various crimes, some of which are listed below. The part of the scheme that involved falsely accusing me of various crimes behind my back, I found out many years later, convinced some people to help hide her. I'm not sure, though, if the people helping Roger Weidner and the Oekermans hide Faye knew they were, in reality, hiding her from cops.

The following are just some of the crimes I was falsely accused of in order to gain sympathy for Faye so people would help Faye hide from the cops.

• Being a homosexual


• Having AIDS


• Being an ex-convict


• Being addicted to heroin and cocaine


• Being a pedophile


• Being a Satanist.


• Being a child molester


• Sniffing glue for years as an adolescent


• Being an arsonist


• Being a woman beater


• Shooting up a vehicle the ex-wife and I owned
  
• Being a bank robber


• Being a drug, guns, etc. smuggler


• Being a car thief


• Being a burglar


• Being married to the ex-wife when I'm not


• Being a forger


• Being a rapist

All this scheming, hiding, and falsely accusing me in order to hide Faye from the cops was done behind my back.

A couple of weeks after Faye mysteriously disappeared from our residence in Tucson, I got a call from her telling me I had to move back up to Portland.

So I did. By necessity I had to move in with the ex-wife at her parents' house.

Because the ex-wife was pregnant I was expected to stay in the house at almost all times.

• I was not to go out and get a job.
• I was not to enroll in either the local community college or the university in Portland.
• I was not to do anything with friends.

Nevertheless, I did go out and get a job.

During this time the ex-wife became convinced I was having an affair with every woman I came into contact with.

Because the ex-wife was convinced I was having an affair with every woman I came into contact with, her hostility towards me was seemingly constant.

When I went to work she would come to my work and accuse me of having affairs, or of being a homosexual because many times
after work (when I was working days) I would go out and play basketball or go
to chess lessons or chess practice sessions.

The ex-wife even tried to run me over with a vehicle on a couple of occasions.

She would also spy on me from outside the building of where I worked.

After about a month of this nonsense I suggested we move out of her parents' house and get an apartment. The psycho mother-in-law said, "No."

The ex-wife said, "No."

I said, "Yes" and moved into an apartment. The really difficult job was getting my stuff out of the psycho house. It was so difficult I was only able to retrieve a few of my belongings.

One day I made arrangements to come over and pick up some clothes. When I arrived at the psycho house the ex-mother-in-law slammed the door in my face and called the police.

As I was walking away, a cop car pulled up and hauled me off to jail where I paid fifty dollars bail and got out of jail.

The charge against me was criminal mischief. When I went to court the judge
(Judge Brown of Multnomah County) threw the case out and gave my ex-mother-in-law a lecture about using his courtroom to manipulate me into staying in her house.

I found out later she had made the rounds around the courthouse trying to find someone to order me back into the psycho house.

My wife managed to get a lawyer by the name of Roger Weidner to be her divorce attorney. It turns out at the time this Roger Weidner was one of the most mentally ill, psychopathic citizens to ever inhabit Oregon. If you click on the link above and read about Roger, you will find he lies about almost everything and he instructs his clients, buddies, and members of his gang to falsely accuse almost everybody of heinous crimes.

Soon after moving into an apartment I realized my ex-wife's gang buddies were following me around. Soon after that I noticed guys in suits following me around.

Shortly before the divorce and on the day of the birth of my son I got a phone call from the ex-wife from the hospital telling me to get down to the hospital as fast as I could. So I did.

When I got to the hospital there was the psycho ex-mother-in-law. When she saw me she became furious. I found out later that I wasn't supposed to know when the son was born because the ex-in-laws had already made plans to terminate my parental rights without my knowledge.

Not only was the ex-mother-in-law furious, but she immediately ordered me to leave and when I didn't she ordered the nurses to order me to leave. At first they wouldn't do it, but after twenty or thirty minutes of the ex-mother-in-law screaming and getting in my face and blustering about like an unhinged loony, one of the nurses suggested I leave.

Even though I had hardly talked to the ex-wife or had much of a chance to see the son I agreed to leave.

As I was about to leave the ex-mother-in-law rushed at me once more and I turned to her and said loudly something along the lines of "Get away from me, or I'll kill you," or something like that. I was hoping she would quit bothering and threatening and harassing me. But, she never did.

Then I left the hospital. Shortly thereafter the ex-wife and I were divorced.