Things that make you go hmmmmmmm......

I wonder why it is that people feel so compelled to stick their noses in where they don't belong? Why they feel like they just have to contribute to a situation they know nothing about?

The friends or "church buddies" like to offer their fake support to your face but they all talk about you behind your back. They all want to "pray for you" and "pray with you" when you are around but when they are with others from the group boy do they have alot to say about your troubles.

You know how it is, Melinda, kind of like how you used to go to painting class with Sandra Willis and go out to eat with her and all but when she would call the house you would look at the caller id and say, "Damn, I wish that woman would leave me alone! She hangs onto me like a leach! I get so tired of hearing her whine." 

I got sick of having to listen to the phone ring so you wouldn't have to talk to her.

Remember how you used to tell me about how she dips everything she eats in so much dressing and crap and how if she would lay off of that stuff she could lose some of that weight? She was doing some stupid shit like only eating if her stomach growled to lose weight. Yeah, we laughed our ass off about that, didn't we?

Yeah, but she is your buddy now, right? She is probably the one who set you up with that loser boyfriend you have. I will save that story for another day.

I could go on about your other "friends", too, but I will hang onto that for now.

Now I know some of you are saying, "No! Melinda would never lie or talk about anyone behind their back! She is a good christian woman blah, blah, blah......."

Are all of you people really that fucking stupid?

The lawyers, well, they are all about the money. They like to act like they care about the client when the truth is all they care about is perpetuating the nasty business they do with the for the most part crooked judges that abound in shitty little towns like Macon, GA.

Some of these self righteous people actually have the nerve to call someone a hypocrite? That is laughable, counselor. Are there not enough ambulances for you to chase these days to keep you busy?

You just keep on going to the "big church", hob knobbing with the right people, kissing Tilman Self's ass and calling yourself a christian.

None of this will really matter when you are burning in hell because while you may know what I deserve, I guess no one really knows what you deserve except you and god, right?

It really is all about appearances for you people.

We Met

To truly understand this story it is nessessary that you know some details relating to how things started between my ex and myself. You have to know the background on this woman who is so selfish and greedy that she will use everyone and everything at her disposal to destroy the only person who has ever cared for her and taken care of her. She didn't just start playing the victim. She has just perfected it.

I met my ex, Melinda, in the spring of 1990. We were both managers of a fast food chain in Tupelo, MS, I, a manager of one store. She, an assistant manager of another. I was 28, she 21.

Melinda had been married for about 6 months to a guy who was another manager within the company but was not happy for various reasons. We talked quite a bit and she let me know she was interested in me and the feeling was mutual. Before long, her husband left her as he was also dissatisfied with the marriage. I was away on a manager's retreat when she went home to find an empty apartment. All he had left her was a twin bed and her clothes. She called me crying wanting to know what she would do.

I returned home a few days later and Melinda moved into my apartment. We lived together for a couple of months and I thought we were happy. I gladly did all the cooking, cleaning, washing clothes and other domestic duties as well as work 60+ hours a week. Hey, I was in love (or lust) and the relationship was new. You know how it is. Then one night, she just didn't come home. I drove around all night worried about where she was and what had happened to her. Remember, there weren't cell phones in those days so if no one answered the land line you were out of luck. When I finally got in touch with her, she said she wanted to end our relationship and didn't know how to do it. This would start a pattern that would repete itself in the coming years but at the time, I just didn't know.

Several weeks went by and I went on with my life. Don't get me wrong, I cared for Melinda and tried to get her back with the standard fare of flowers, cards and anything else I could think of but when it became obvious she was seeing others, I gave it up.

Then in October, Melinda called me to tell me her sister had just had her baby and wanted to know if I wanted to drive down to Alabama and see it. I said yes because I liked her sister and of course wanted to see the baby. When I got there, Melinda seemed upset about something but I didn't know what. Later she said she wanted to talk so we went to the mall and talked. She talked about us getting back together and how she missed me and I shared that I had missed her, too.

Once we got back to Tupelo, Melinda told me she was pregnant and didn't know who the father was. I was shocked that in just a couple of months she had been with enough partners that she didn't even know who fathered her baby but that appeared to be the case. She said she thought the father was a 17 year old she had been out with but couldn't be sure and didn't even know his name. She was at a loss about what to do. She didn't want to have an abortion because she had already lost custody of one child to her 1st husband when she was a teenager and had already had one abortion a couple of years prior with her last husband. She wanted to keep this baby.

I told Melinda I still cared for her and if she wanted, I would claim the child and take care of her and the baby. She seemed happy about that and immediately moved back in with me and quit her job. This was the last job Melinda would have as long as we were together.

As I only had a 1 bedroom apartment, we knew we would need something larger so we found a townhouse that was really more than I could afford but what the heck, it made her happy so we moved in and in July of 1991, Z was born.

More to come.......

The Beginning

This is a long story and it will take some time to tell. I don't expect this blog to help me in my current case, far from that I expect this blog to cost me given the size of the ego I am dealing with.

How dare anyone question the actions of the great and powerful Tillman Self!

I simply want everyone to know who they might have to deal with some day if they are unfortunate enough to find themselves in front of his bench. I have been collecting stories from others who have also been unfortunate enough to suffer due to his bigotry and disregard for the law. If you have a story to tell, you can send it to me at AbusedByJudgeSelf@Hotmail.com. No names are needed, just the story.

Maybe by doing this, enough people will care about having a judge who is truly fair and Tillman Self can be replaced by one who is.