I got caught up in all kinds of drama on this one. This was after my divorce, which was caused by a number of things (mostly J-Dub related). After about 6 months of alone time, I figured I would start to date again. Well, I had met a real nice lady online. We chatted, shared emails, and such for about 3 months. I finally broached the topic of meeting face to face, and she agreed. I drove to Palm Springs to meet her, and everything went great. We had a great day, and I was sad to leave. We made plans to meet again the next weekend, but she came to L.A. Same results. Great day, we were both sad to leave each other. The third weekend we spent together I stayed at her house. THis went on for about the next two months, and then she tells me she is pregnant. I was shocked, for reasons that will be explained later, and asked how far along she was. She said about a month, and I said, OK what do you want to do about it. She said that she wanted an abortion, and that I should pay for it. I said, that would be fine, but I wanted to know that she was pregnant, so I asked if she would fax me a copy of the Doctor's prognosis. She went ballistic, and called me every name possible, and some that I had never heard of.
I listened to her rant for about 10 minutes, and then said that her getting pregnant should be quite interesting considering the fact that I had a vasectomy after my daughter was born, and that if she is indeed pregnant it was not by me, and that based on this episode, I didn't think that she was the most healthy choice to share my life with. Off she goes into another profanity laden tirade, and I hung-up on her.
Well, long story short, about 8 months from that conversation I get a letter from the San Bernardino County Court say that I need to pay child support to this woman and her child. I forwarded the letter to my attorney with my story, and he says no problem, and orders a paternity test. Well, the kids wasn't mine. She is the child of some gang-banger with ties to La Eme (Mexican Mafia). Now I am freaked out. This girl gave me no indication that she was tied up with these sort of people. And then the harrassment starts. Phone calls at all hours of the night. Cars driving by my apartment building slowly & with the lights off. Phone calls to my work. Stuff like that. The cops were useless, and the courts were a joke.
Needless to say I move, however, they found out where I moved to, and the cars were driving by again. The harrassment caused such a problem at work that I was asked to resign, which I did. After about 6 months of this, I was finally able to move to a location that they didn't find out about. I moved in with an old friend of my dad's, and all the bils were in his name. I had all of my mail sent to a P.O. Box. Only now, 5 years after this incident have I put my name on anything.
I still sweat a bit, but I think I shook them.
This was one crazy chick.
