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I’ve debated heavily posting this but it isn’t the first or the last time I will make this public. I’ve devoted all of 2022 to spreading the truth about my father, and I am far from finished telling this man’s story. This is a man who holds a kind heart and humble soul. He was my first mentor and still my biggest supporter. I’ve still yet to understand how someone could be so cruel and hateful towards him.
December 31st, 2021, I woke up to a text message from him telling me he just spent the night in jail. His crime: striking his ex wife during a custody exchange before New Years. He had posted bail a few hours later. His reasoning for bailing himself out wasn’t for his benefit. He wanted to ensure his dogs were taken care of otherwise they would be left to fend for themselves. Nobody cared for them except for him. The Riverside County deputies took him and left the dogs running around the house. This man, an alleged wife beater, had the compassion to care for two small creatures before he cared for himself. On the front porch, sat the chicken nuggets from Chick-Fil-A he ordered for his son, cold and untouched. On the TV, Peppa Pig was still playing. On the counter, sat the neatly decorated cake he and his son were planning to enjoy as they welcomed in the New Year.
Month after month he waited to be formally charged for his crime. It was settlement after settlement. Continuance after continuance. He lived in constant fear of every siren that went by the house and every doorbell that was rung. Even the dogs alerting him of someone walking past the house sent him into panic mode. He had a constant fear that the next ring at the door was the deputies coming back to torment him.
2020 she treated him and my brother like prisoners in their own home.
2021 he began to piece his life back together after winning 50/50 custody of their child.
2022 he lived everyday fearful of what the next court appearance had in store.
In April I came home to provide him some comfort as he waited for something to happen. I listened to everything that had happened that night. I sat at the kitchen table and studied the reports. I compared them to his timeline of events from the same night and was effortlessly pulling out key things that didn’t make sense.
Finally, a formal investigation was initiated 5 months after the initial incident. 5 whole months. Riverside county deputies took so long that his bond expired and was incorrectly processed as him skipping out on his bail. A bench warrant was issued and his bail was raised by 50% despite him never missing a payment or missing a day in court. After appearing in court and learning this information, his defense lawyer gave the district attorney an earful for this negligent action. It’s shameful how laziness and lack of urgency on both the DA’s and the deputy’s part nearly had my father arrested that day.
His ex wife submitted pictures of her injuries which forced the case out of limbo (those pictures weren’t the ones from the original report either). This was likely due to a previous hearing in which she was asked by the judge if she understood what was going on and she had repeatedly demanded the case to continue. He was charged with domestic abuse. The DA added a sexual assault charge and child endangerment despite having no proof or history of it ever happening. Those charges were later dismissed however the domestic battery charge still remained.
My father was forced to attend a 52 week domestic battery class with other CONVICTED attendees who they themselves believed he was innocent. Restraining orders prevented him from seeing his son as the only way he could was through a supervised visit. A supervisor could cost up to $1200 a month and that was the only option the ex wife would allow despite claiming under oath she provided other affordable options. This supervisor could’ve been a family friend also but no, it had to be a PAID supervisor.
I came home again in October. Once again I sat at the table and read through the police reports and court proceedings. It only took me a matter of minutes to see huge discrepancies between the story she told, the reports the deputy wrote, and evidence collected. I saw the pictures of my father the police took. I saw the handcuffs on his wrists. I saw the injuries she had on her face he supposedly inflicted. I saw the look of innocent fear and confusion in his eyes and I saw the pictures of his clean unbruised hands. I felt an incredible sense of anger welling up inside seeing my father portrayed as a hard criminal. I even came to find out she had lied about me and what I do for the military. She has this way of telling a story that adds so much unnecessary detail that you could easily tell she is lying through her teeth.
While I was home, I sat by my father’s side in court to support him and watched the legal system in action. When I saw her again she was hiding behind a mask. She made no eye contact with me or my father instead she would stare directly into the floor. I did catch her from the corner of my eye looking in my direction more than once. I watched her behavior and posture change rapidly as I was in there. When the judge addressed her and she finally spoke she sounded scared, like she was no longer in control. It was pitiful.
After I returned back to Virginia, my father was finally able to set up his “play dates” with his son. The pictures I saw of them displayed pure joy in my father’s eyes. It had been almost an entire year since they saw each other. There’s a certain bond between the two that you just know is meant to be. One of the following visits she canceled and claimed the child was sick and was taken to the doctors. There was no record of the visit on the health insurance. During the visits in 2021 I had personally witnessed her show up 48 minutes late on one occasion and cut the visit short on another. I even witnessed her cringe when the son attempted to say “(D)addy”. It’s clear she doesn’t care about her son’s relationship with the father much less my father’s time with his son. Such a poor an shameful excuse for a mother.
Early December was his preliminary hearing. When he arrived he saw the DA brought several people to testify against him to include the deputy that arrested him. During the hearing she had been cross examined by my father’s lawyer. She continued to hide behind a mask and act out her story adding in far more details than needed. She cried her fake tears as she claimed the little boy is incredibly fearful of his father. Lie after shameful lie left her mouth. All we can do now is hope and pray a jury of un-biased individuals can see through her lies and call her out on it.
Christmas Day, I was able to spend time with my father, my little brother, and of course the monitor. He had nothing but smiles that entire time we were at Denny’s. Dad got him a little car set and some coloring books and he was playing with them with such glee. He would grab my father’s hand, guide it to the paper and my dad would start drawing Peppa Pig. My little brother watched with such fascination and then would colored in the drawing. For his last gift I got him a monster truck that he absolutely loved. I hope she didn’t trash it after he got home that day.
The entire time I couldn’t help but sit quietly and watch the two interact. I paid for the meal and then watched this little goofball bonk his head on the door handle causing everyone around us to chuckle. He looked up at me then his father and gave us this big smile after. As we walked out my dad stops and tells me he can’t walk any further as it would violate his restraining order she had on him. As I watched the social worker walk him away, he turned back and waved goodbye. My eyes began to tear up because I could feel my father’s pain in his heart. I saw the ex wife on the other side of the parking lot as she looked back at us, hiding under a tree like the coward she is.
The amount of pure happiness and joy that little child brings to my father’s life is indescribable. Speaking to my father a few days later I learned he lives off PB&J sandwiches and grilled cheeses so he can save money to pay for another visit with his son. He sacrifices so much for just 2 hours a week but those 2 hours mean everything to him even if means he’s always hungry. Not once have I ever witnessed that little boy unhappy when he’s with my father. Not once. More often than not I hear about him throwing a fit when he has to go back to the mother. He may be only 3 and a half but he knows something is wrong.
This man lives a simple life. He doesn’t watch much tv. He does not drink or smoke. Rarely does he get angry. He’s kind, caring, selfless, and humble. He attends celebrate recovery and Bible study every week and keeps strong in his faith in God. He finds so much happiness in his sons’ accomplishments and goes around telling everyone at work how proud he is of us. He has given us everything we needed to become successful in this life. His incredible love for his sons is why me and my brother are so quick to defend his name. This man means the absolute world to us but the LIES she has told everyone makes me sick.
Every weekend he rides his bike for miles with his cycling group. At 58 years old he’s he can easily rack up 100+ miles in a single day. If it weren’t for cycling he likely would’ve dropped dead from the shear amount of stress, anxiety, financial turmoil, and emotional damage this woman has brought to his life. He has slept on the couch since 2020 and refuses to sleep in his room again after the torment she caused. His bed and his little son’s bed have been collecting dust all year.
At the table while I was home I watched him quietly drawing Peppa pig doodles because it reminds him of his son.
This entire year I have struggled with trying to comprehend what would allow a woman to destroy a man’s life with deceitful lies and have zero remorse for it. Let alone prevent a child from having a meaningful relationship with his father. Her destroying my dad’s life doesn’t only affect him, it affects me and my brother’s lives as well. Both of us are military and this is the home we come back to. She’s attempting to destroy it for her selfish gain. I myself lose sleep fearful for what could happen to my father. I can’t help but feel anger and animosity towards the California legal system and the DA because all I see is how much of an embarrassment they are. The truth sits clear as day in front of their face and they ignore it. As for her, she hasn’t realized yet that she’s already lost either way…. Guilt weighs heavy on the heart and every lie comes back with consequences.
May 2023 bring a wave of blessings to heal my family and bring an end to this nightmare. I pray that evil does not prevail. When my father stand trial this year I pray God delivers the truth and everyone involved stands accountable for their actions. This is an innocent man and a young child I choose to fight for.
I could post an entire short story on here exposing everything about she done leading up to the night my father went to jail. Know this woman is far from innocent and does not deserve to be see as a victim in any setting.
My father never gave up on me so I will never give up on him.
“A father’s love is forever imprinted on the heart of a child.”
December 31st, 2021, I woke up to a text message from him telling me he just spent the night in jail. His crime: striking his ex wife during a custody exchange before New Years. He had posted bail a few hours later. His reasoning for bailing himself out wasn’t for his benefit. He wanted to ensure his dogs were taken care of otherwise they would be left to fend for themselves. Nobody cared for them except for him. The Riverside County deputies took him and left the dogs running around the house. This man, an alleged wife beater, had the compassion to care for two small creatures before he cared for himself. On the front porch, sat the chicken nuggets from Chick-Fil-A he ordered for his son, cold and untouched. On the TV, Peppa Pig was still playing. On the counter, sat the neatly decorated cake he and his son were planning to enjoy as they welcomed in the New Year.
Month after month he waited to be formally charged for his crime. It was settlement after settlement. Continuance after continuance. He lived in constant fear of every siren that went by the house and every doorbell that was rung. Even the dogs alerting him of someone walking past the house sent him into panic mode. He had a constant fear that the next ring at the door was the deputies coming back to torment him.
2020 she treated him and my brother like prisoners in their own home.
2021 he began to piece his life back together after winning 50/50 custody of their child.
2022 he lived everyday fearful of what the next court appearance had in store.
In April I came home to provide him some comfort as he waited for something to happen. I listened to everything that had happened that night. I sat at the kitchen table and studied the reports. I compared them to his timeline of events from the same night and was effortlessly pulling out key things that didn’t make sense.
Finally, a formal investigation was initiated 5 months after the initial incident. 5 whole months. Riverside county deputies took so long that his bond expired and was incorrectly processed as him skipping out on his bail. A bench warrant was issued and his bail was raised by 50% despite him never missing a payment or missing a day in court. After appearing in court and learning this information, his defense lawyer gave the district attorney an earful for this negligent action. It’s shameful how laziness and lack of urgency on both the DA’s and the deputy’s part nearly had my father arrested that day.
His ex wife submitted pictures of her injuries which forced the case out of limbo (those pictures weren’t the ones from the original report either). This was likely due to a previous hearing in which she was asked by the judge if she understood what was going on and she had repeatedly demanded the case to continue. He was charged with domestic abuse. The DA added a sexual assault charge and child endangerment despite having no proof or history of it ever happening. Those charges were later dismissed however the domestic battery charge still remained.
My father was forced to attend a 52 week domestic battery class with other CONVICTED attendees who they themselves believed he was innocent. Restraining orders prevented him from seeing his son as the only way he could was through a supervised visit. A supervisor could cost up to $1200 a month and that was the only option the ex wife would allow despite claiming under oath she provided other affordable options. This supervisor could’ve been a family friend also but no, it had to be a PAID supervisor.
I came home again in October. Once again I sat at the table and read through the police reports and court proceedings. It only took me a matter of minutes to see huge discrepancies between the story she told, the reports the deputy wrote, and evidence collected. I saw the pictures of my father the police took. I saw the handcuffs on his wrists. I saw the injuries she had on her face he supposedly inflicted. I saw the look of innocent fear and confusion in his eyes and I saw the pictures of his clean unbruised hands. I felt an incredible sense of anger welling up inside seeing my father portrayed as a hard criminal. I even came to find out she had lied about me and what I do for the military. She has this way of telling a story that adds so much unnecessary detail that you could easily tell she is lying through her teeth.
While I was home, I sat by my father’s side in court to support him and watched the legal system in action. When I saw her again she was hiding behind a mask. She made no eye contact with me or my father instead she would stare directly into the floor. I did catch her from the corner of my eye looking in my direction more than once. I watched her behavior and posture change rapidly as I was in there. When the judge addressed her and she finally spoke she sounded scared, like she was no longer in control. It was pitiful.
After I returned back to Virginia, my father was finally able to set up his “play dates” with his son. The pictures I saw of them displayed pure joy in my father’s eyes. It had been almost an entire year since they saw each other. There’s a certain bond between the two that you just know is meant to be. One of the following visits she canceled and claimed the child was sick and was taken to the doctors. There was no record of the visit on the health insurance. During the visits in 2021 I had personally witnessed her show up 48 minutes late on one occasion and cut the visit short on another. I even witnessed her cringe when the son attempted to say “(D)addy”. It’s clear she doesn’t care about her son’s relationship with the father much less my father’s time with his son. Such a poor an shameful excuse for a mother.
Early December was his preliminary hearing. When he arrived he saw the DA brought several people to testify against him to include the deputy that arrested him. During the hearing she had been cross examined by my father’s lawyer. She continued to hide behind a mask and act out her story adding in far more details than needed. She cried her fake tears as she claimed the little boy is incredibly fearful of his father. Lie after shameful lie left her mouth. All we can do now is hope and pray a jury of un-biased individuals can see through her lies and call her out on it.
Christmas Day, I was able to spend time with my father, my little brother, and of course the monitor. He had nothing but smiles that entire time we were at Denny’s. Dad got him a little car set and some coloring books and he was playing with them with such glee. He would grab my father’s hand, guide it to the paper and my dad would start drawing Peppa Pig. My little brother watched with such fascination and then would colored in the drawing. For his last gift I got him a monster truck that he absolutely loved. I hope she didn’t trash it after he got home that day.
The entire time I couldn’t help but sit quietly and watch the two interact. I paid for the meal and then watched this little goofball bonk his head on the door handle causing everyone around us to chuckle. He looked up at me then his father and gave us this big smile after. As we walked out my dad stops and tells me he can’t walk any further as it would violate his restraining order she had on him. As I watched the social worker walk him away, he turned back and waved goodbye. My eyes began to tear up because I could feel my father’s pain in his heart. I saw the ex wife on the other side of the parking lot as she looked back at us, hiding under a tree like the coward she is.
The amount of pure happiness and joy that little child brings to my father’s life is indescribable. Speaking to my father a few days later I learned he lives off PB&J sandwiches and grilled cheeses so he can save money to pay for another visit with his son. He sacrifices so much for just 2 hours a week but those 2 hours mean everything to him even if means he’s always hungry. Not once have I ever witnessed that little boy unhappy when he’s with my father. Not once. More often than not I hear about him throwing a fit when he has to go back to the mother. He may be only 3 and a half but he knows something is wrong.
This man lives a simple life. He doesn’t watch much tv. He does not drink or smoke. Rarely does he get angry. He’s kind, caring, selfless, and humble. He attends celebrate recovery and Bible study every week and keeps strong in his faith in God. He finds so much happiness in his sons’ accomplishments and goes around telling everyone at work how proud he is of us. He has given us everything we needed to become successful in this life. His incredible love for his sons is why me and my brother are so quick to defend his name. This man means the absolute world to us but the LIES she has told everyone makes me sick.
Every weekend he rides his bike for miles with his cycling group. At 58 years old he’s he can easily rack up 100+ miles in a single day. If it weren’t for cycling he likely would’ve dropped dead from the shear amount of stress, anxiety, financial turmoil, and emotional damage this woman has brought to his life. He has slept on the couch since 2020 and refuses to sleep in his room again after the torment she caused. His bed and his little son’s bed have been collecting dust all year.
At the table while I was home I watched him quietly drawing Peppa pig doodles because it reminds him of his son.
This entire year I have struggled with trying to comprehend what would allow a woman to destroy a man’s life with deceitful lies and have zero remorse for it. Let alone prevent a child from having a meaningful relationship with his father. Her destroying my dad’s life doesn’t only affect him, it affects me and my brother’s lives as well. Both of us are military and this is the home we come back to. She’s attempting to destroy it for her selfish gain. I myself lose sleep fearful for what could happen to my father. I can’t help but feel anger and animosity towards the California legal system and the DA because all I see is how much of an embarrassment they are. The truth sits clear as day in front of their face and they ignore it. As for her, she hasn’t realized yet that she’s already lost either way…. Guilt weighs heavy on the heart and every lie comes back with consequences.
May 2023 bring a wave of blessings to heal my family and bring an end to this nightmare. I pray that evil does not prevail. When my father stand trial this year I pray God delivers the truth and everyone involved stands accountable for their actions. This is an innocent man and a young child I choose to fight for.
I could post an entire short story on here exposing everything about she done leading up to the night my father went to jail. Know this woman is far from innocent and does not deserve to be see as a victim in any setting.
My father never gave up on me so I will never give up on him.
“A father’s love is forever imprinted on the heart of a child.”
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Josh Vicencio
Organizer
Alexandria, VA
Nick Vicencio
Co-organizer