A true story of
Whips, Chains, and Lies

Chrystal and I separated on July 12th, 2023, when I moved out of the apartment and into 414 S. Harrison. The first night that we were back in contact was on July 21st when she invited me to Adams, TN, to a town festival where she was playing music for her line dancing gig.

I stayed with her at the event, and I didn’t see anyone from Princeton that would have given her a ride. So I thought perhaps she had someone drop her off and that she was going to ride back with me. After the event was over, I carried her speaker for her. She led me to a car that had a black guy sitting in the passenger seat. On that day, there were no bruises on Chrystal’s arms. Chrystal was wearing a short sleeved red tee-shirt.

At first, when I saw that guy, I started to walk off. Then I figured that there might not be too much going on since Chrystal invited me to the tractor pull / dance event to begin with. Chrystal was driving his car. So I turned back around, and Chrystal and I walked to each other and embraced. I kissed her on the forehead. I asked her if we were going to stay faithful. She said yes. She said that the guy had a car but couldn’t drive. I told her that trusting her is hard under these conditions. However, I told her that I do trust her. This was on a Friday. She drove back to Princeton driving his car and I took my truck.

That black man (later learned his name is Anthony) had taken her to Murph’s dance barn the weekend before. I was assuming that he was going to take her again on Saturday. So I thought, if there wasn’t anything between them, why did he opt to hide from me all day at the event. I thought I’d better meet this guy. I texted Chrystal and asked her if I could catch a ride to Murph’s dance barn with them. She replied that she would ask him. I thought it was cool. It was looking like there might be nothing to worry about there. After quite awhile, she replied back that he said that it would be okay. I advised that we could take the truck or I could ride. Either way, carpooling saves gas. I’d rather drive, so me and Chrystal could sit up front together and hold hands.

Saturday morning she texted me saying that we were going to take my truck. She said Anthony wasn’t going. I told her that sounded cool. She said that she had to go to Madisonville and would be back by 10AM. That was also the time she had told me the day before that we would leave Princeton by.

At roughly 10AM she texted me and said that she was walking in my direction. Apparently, she had told the housing authority things to prevent me from going back to the housing authority where she lived. I jumped in the truck to pick her and her daughter up as quickly as possible. It was very hot outside. Normally, Chrystal and I would hug before I opened the door for her. This time I just put her speaker in the back of the truck, I buckled 5 year-old Abbie into the car seat. And simply opened the door for Chrystal. When I got in and started driving. I asked Chrystal where she had gotten a big bruise from. It was a big bruise on the inside of her elbow. She didn’t say anything and looked at me apologetically.

Later that night, she stayed at 414 with me. She took her top off in the bedroom and crossed her arms to cover other bruising that I had just gotten glimpses of before. She said that she was cold, as an excuse as to why her arms were crossed as she kept covering a bruise. After several minutes, I just accepted what she was doing and turned off the lights. The darkness must have warmed the room. Because she immediately uncovered the bruising. When I awoke the next morning, it was visible that the bruises that she was covering were finger prints. Where the guy/woman that she was with the night before had left his mark. Or perhaps that morning before 10AM.

The next night being Sunday, I drove Chrystal to her Dad’s house. The finger prints were very visible. I asked Chrystal if she would marry me on Wednesday. I wanted the other guys/women out of her life and for her to state her vows to me again.

 Chrystal lied to everyone at church saying the bruises were from me. 

Chrystal told me after driving her back to her house that she wanted to wait a month. Before we remarried. She seems to be wanting the freedom to date other guys. I raised her sleeve and said, Chrystal, I’m sure you’ll understand if I don’t want to wait a month for you to restate your vows.

Chrystal was upset that I called her out about the bruises. Later that night, she started sending texts making claims that the bruises were from me. She stated that they were from a night that she didn’t want to have sex due to her anxiety attack, actually a severe neurological episode that she had over a month earlier. I didn’t bruise her then either. I had to start gathering surveillance videos and images taken by photographers from Murph’s Dance Barn.

There are pictures and videos of Chrystal without bruises at Murph’s the night of July 15th, 2023. The black guy had taken her to Murph’s. I don’t want to blame him for her bruises, without knowing, especially, with Chrystal’s dominatrix-bull-dyke-girlfriend being a strong contender.

I hadn’t been in physical contact with Chrystal since July 12th, 2023. On July 18th,. Chrystal hosted a dinner for people at the church and she had bruises on her arms. She didn’t want to tell everyone that the bruises were from an affair. Since Chrystal was angry at me because we lost the marriage license, I called her out about the bruises,… she told everyone at the church dinner party that the bruises were from me.

Employees at Murph’s Dance Barn are still taking close ups of Chrystal’s arms and noting the bruises…

Chrystal filed for an Emergency Protection Order from me on October, 3rd 2023. She didn’t mention anything about the bruises that she lied to everyone at the church about because she knew that I had the surveillance, photos, affidavits, and message logs that show I wasn’t near her.

She wanted that protection order so I couldn’t go near the church and tell the truth about what really happened. It will become known anyway.

Luke 12: 2-3