This is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But the only defense against absolute evil is truth.
Fasten your seatbelts, 'cause this is going to be one hell of a ride.
For 10 years now, I have tried to protect one of the most innocent, beautiful people I know on this planet. I have paid dearly, and at the outset, figured that I was merely in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and was totally willing to face the consequences.
However, after going through over $200,000, seven lawyers, and just having received another $69,000 bill for support of a child that I did not father, I can no longer remain silent.
Pictured above is, in my humble opinion, one of the most evil people on the face of the planet.Her name is Julie Benick, and she lives in Rochester, New York. I will provide you with documentation so that you can make up your own mind. There are three reasons why I'm doing this: first, to let everyone know how corrupt, sexist and incompetent our government is; secondly, to attempt to keep others from undergoing a similar, horrible experience, and three, to let the world know what an ugly, evil skank this woman is.
I want to begin by saying that even with the tons of money I have spent (and have been robbed of by a lying, calculating bitch and a corrupt, sexist court system), with all the anguish I have had to experience, it has been worth it. A lovely, intelligent, loving and caring little girl is still alive today because of my efforts. You cannot put a price on a precious human life.
This is the little girl I am speaking of:
In 1993, the woman that I was dating informed me that she was pregnant. I was really fond of her, and told her that I would marry her in a heartbeat. To be honest, I was thrilled. I didn't really stop to think at the time about HOW she became pregnant. She lived almost 100 miles away and we only saw each other infrequently, and she had told me she could get pregnant if I merely "touched her elbow;" So, we were very carefull. But, idiot that I was, I didn't even think to ask her if there was any possibility that someone else could be the father. If I had asked, she just would have lied anyway (during the time we spent together I witnessed her lying to her mom, her dad, her friends, Alexa's pediatrician, the courts, her boss, and of course, repeatedly to me. I once asked her why she had such a hard time with the truth, and her response was "What's the big deal? Everybody lies to everbody." My response to that was, "Maybe, but you have elevated lying to an art form.").
We married in August of 1993. The baby was due in January of 1994. Shortly after the marriage, before she entered her third trimester, Julie informed me that she wanted to abort the pregnancy. I went crazy. I have NEVER begged for anything in my life, but this time I got down on my knees, crying hysterically, and begged for this child's life. Julie relented (I now know why she wanted to abort. She was VERY worried that the child would not have any resemblence to me, and, as we will see later, she never wanted the responsibility of raising a child in the first place). However, at that point I lost all respect I might have had for her. The health and viability of the child became my primary focus.
The day that Alexa was born was the greatest (and scariest) day of my life. Julie had opted for a "C" section, and I was in the operating room the whole time. The anesthesiologist screwed up, and Julie was in great pain. Also, when the surgeon took the baby, it was obvious that something was wrong. The surgical team rushed the child to the warming table. No one said a thing for about 45 seconds. My heart was in my throat. I kept waiting for that initial cry.
After about 90 seconds, I heard the Alexa's first cry. Everyone on the surgical team gave a sigh of relief at the same time. (More later this week)
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