Abusive, Narcissistic Conman

As students at GMU, I was always told that Billy and DeNese meet in the Summer of 1978 in ECON 310; Billy was immediately drawn to DeNese's car - a silver Mercedes Benz. 

DeNese is a single-mother as we live in Annandale for the first six years of my life.  Until the age of 33, Billy was living in his mother's basement, just a few miles away.

Insisting we must have a nicer home so he can live with us, Billy and DeNese buy a Cape Cod in Vienna; Billy's fraudulent schemes are woven into my everyday life.

DeNese hoped to end the extortion by using her position at PBS to get Billy a real job; when Billy couldn't do the work himself, she ended up doing it for him. Eventually Billy’s constant schemes lead to her resignation.

I attend Catholic Schools for grades 1-8 because Billy's mother, Dolores, is Catholic.

The most stable relationship I had with the Mountjoy's was with Billy's father - my grandfather - Papa John Mountjoy.

Bill borrows money from DeNese for a new car with promises to pay her back that never materialize.  The purchase of these 'toys' for Bill deplete the company DeNese has just started and begin a downward spiral that leaves her juggling debt for decades.

When I am molested at 10 years old, Billy's only concern is himself.

On Christmas Day, Billy presents an engagement ring to DeNese but returns it the following day; they never marry.

Emasculated in the Town of Vienna, Bill insists on another move.  Now in Great Falls, Bill unleashes new round of penny-pinching pranks.

Bill's aunt tells me I'm adopted; Bill claims his mother, Dolores, is the origin of this fable.

Struggling with the psychological impact of molestation, I drastically develop a rigid devotion to the Catholic Faith.

Bill's need for control reaches disturbing proportions as mobile technology enables him to know where DeNese is at all times; DeNese is not permitted to have friends of her own.

Bill publicly confronts me over a pack of cigarettes he found among my bras and panties.

Intent on leaving Bill, DeNese covertly purchases a home in Central Virginia; when it is broken into and robbed, she buys another house - desperate to escape.

I move to Savannah, GA to attend art school; Bill discovers the tuition bill among DeNese's papers and firmly insists that not one more cent be thrown away on my "finger painting."

Bill and DeNese purchase a waterfront lot in Lorton, VA although DeNese has no intention of building on the property. 

Bill drags me up a flight of stairs by my hair as I hide the keys to DeNese's Jaguar XJS - a symbol of her dreams for freedom.

DeNese and I come up with another plan for her to escape Bill.

Through the purchase of cars, boats, and motorcycles, Bill cheats DeNese out of a half a million dollars.

Bill's best friend, Sir JT, makes our lives more tolerable by taking a stand against our abuse.

In a jealous rage, Bill chases me through the backyard with an aluminum lounge chair.

On Bill's relentless insistence, DeNese liquidates most of her real estate assets to enable construction of a waterfront home on the Potomac. 

Still hoping to break free, DeNese's uses her company to obtain a condo and moves her pets and belongings; although she can see the light at the end of the tunnel this time, poor construction results in the need to evacuate as the building requires large-scale renovations.

I sustain a spinal cord injury and, now paralyzed, move into the Stone Manor residence in Lorton with Bill and DeNese.  Bill is devastated, but not for the reasons one would expect.

DeNese has a debt to the IRS and is short on liquid funds; Bill promises me he will gift her the money she needs but forces her to sign a promissory note instead.  Sadly, it won't be the last time.

Bill's sister-in-law, Jenny adds fuel to the fire.

Without DeNese's consent, Bill transfers half a million dollars DeNese had deposited into the joint account into one solely in his name.

Spending the better part of three consecutive years in the hospital, I stop counting after my 50th surgery.  Delighted by the repercussions of  my misfortune, Bill uses my health to gain sympathy and work-from-home accommodations. 

Bill's mother, Dolores, declares that I'm not part of the Mountjoy family because she is convinced I am adopted.  I decide to pull myself out of the never-ending toxicity; Jenny and the Mountjoy boys are convinced my refusal to pretend things are perfect means I'm the problem.

My mother fights an extensive legal battle due to the embezzlement of a former employee; Bill does what he can to make certain she fails.  Down the line, evidence shows he had a much larger roll than anyone would have guessed.

Hacking into Bill's email, I uncover his affair with Julia, a teacher at Bennett Elementary in Prince William County.  When DeNese confronts Bill, he becomes so livid that a neighbor suggests we sleep with a knife under our pillow.  

Bill strikes DeNese so hard he breaks his own finger in the process.  Fearing not just her life but mine as well, DeNese obtains an emergency protective order.

Bill's infidelity wasn't the only thing I exposed with the email hack; a trove of secrets among Bill and two other male friends isolates me from the neighborhood.

Bill unwillingly 'retires' from the AFL-CIO; Bill will continue to insist he was among the highest ranks of the union federation but that was from from the case.

After 20 years of tenants and little maintenance, I move back to the Vienna home when Bill is unable to secure a new tenant.

I desperately need a working wheelchair and, after it's clear it will not be covered by insurance, I attempt to raise money online.  I'm largely unsuccessful - in part because of harsh criticism from my family; Bill and his older brother Johnny, are my most vocal opposition.  The Mountjoy family cult doesn't care that my wheelchair is broken - they only care that people know about it.

After a heated altercation with Bill at the Lorton home, DeNese flees to our residence in Vienna.  Bill follows DeNese and pounds on the door.  Punches are thrown and police are involved.

Frustrated with Bill's increasing demands and abuse, we move.

I continue to struggle with my kidneys and related complications.  Bill and his older brother, Johnny, express confusion and frustration that I am still alive.

DeNese has little choice but to go along with the narrative of a happy relationship with Bill. 

After a year in Richmond, I return to the Vienna home despite it's increasingly deteriorated state; my health issues have increased and DeNese needs a safe haven.

DeNese files for reorganization of debt under bankruptcy law; Bill takes pleasure in the ability to micromanage her finances and squeeze her for repayment of 'loans.'

On March 25, 2015, Bill purchases a home in Florida and spends a growing amount of time in the sunshine state while rekindling a flame with Linda Yeatman Knoche.  

A volcano erupts as several issues between Bill and his older brother, Johnny, result in Bill punching a hole through the wall.

Bill and his older brother, Johnny, bring significant distress into my life with an absurd fabrication - telling anyone who will listen that I am faking my pregnancy.

In preparing papers for court, DeNese discovers Bill has been claiming her deductions as his own.  DeNese tells her attorney she is in fear of her life and he tries to come to a resolution.

Bill's largest enablers are his friends - often wealthy - and a handful of and minor celebrities.  They are lured by his charisma and generally turn a blind eye to the abuse DeNese's endures.

In May 2018, Bill falls from a ladder while climbing a ladder in flip-flops to clean the gutters at the Lorton home.  Once at the hospital, he tricks DeNese into visiting so Johnny can enter her home and retrieve his cell phone.  This will be the last time I willingly speak to Bill.  Initially it is thought his injuries are catastrophic, but Bill recovers..  

In November 2018, a settlement agreement is drafted, but shortly before signing, Bill takes advantage of my need for an extensive surgery to break into our home.

When the pandemic hits, we are living in the Vienna home in dreadful conditions; although the home is spacious, decades of neglect have left it borderline uninhabitable.

Bill's claim that DeNese is financially secure with her remaining real estate investments is a stretch of the imagination but, even if she was, it's not justification for his theft.

Once in a while people ask if Bill's my biological father or just assume he isn't but I don't think paternity matters.  Bill's behavior is reprehensible and cannot be justified by claiming he is not my father.

Our lives dramatically change on the first week of November 2020. The Presidential Election is on Tuesday, Bill returns to Northern Virginia on Wednesday, and by Friday DeNese is in the hospital.

Bill claims he came into the house and discovered my mother on the floor.  DeNese says Bill beat her.  I wasn't there, but all the evidence seems to correspond to DeNese's version of events.

My mother's hospitalization is followed by 6 weeks in of inpatient rehabilitation; BIll is relentless despite being asked to leave us alone.

Our friends and neighbors in Vienna repeatedly come to our aid while many of DeNese's friends and neighbors are perfectly content to not just look the other way but also actively contribute to the problems.

Without her records, my efforts to rebuild DeNese's life become quite the undertaking.

Aside from a brief police escort some five months later, DeNese is unable to return to her house in Lorton, VA.  Bill takes advantage the situation he created for his biggest con yet - the partition for sale of her home in Lorton and the Vienna home where we are living.

Bill is charged with one misdemeanor and one felony.

We drop everything and rush out the door each time there's a potential for a new place to live.

There's a frequent assumption that DeNese's expressive aphasia equates to ignorance; it's quite the opposite.

Bill proceeds to make himself look more guilty everyday while one subpoena after another is taped to our door.

Although I need a caregiver for my disability and ongoing medical issues, I find myself trapped as caregiver to everyone else.  I never thought life could be this hard.  We work around the clock because, if we stop, everything collapses.

At age 4, my daughter lays in the pediatric ICU - unresponsive and battling hypothermia and infection.  Bill decides to prolong her suffering - just because he can.

It is more challenging than it should be to liquidate DeNese's assets.

Having dropped 76 pounds, I desperately seek answers for DeNese's declining health.  

Since I have not had time to take care of myself, I have been relying on Urgent Care visits for antibiotics and pain medication.  At 4 AM, I find myself in the ER expecting to be sent home with a prescription.  I'm told I cannot leave this time as I need Emergency Surgery today and several additional surgeries in the near future. 

DeNese's teaching career is pretty much all she has left of her former life; a year and a half later that is gone as well.

It wasn't a fair fight from the start, but a dispute over poor legal advice leaves us stranded.

Bill Mountjoy ramps up his harassment over vacant land my mother purchased in Florida back in 1989.

When purchased, DeNese diligently paid both her mortgage on the home and a second - taken out in Bill's name.  When we moved from the home, Bill kept 100% of the rent for 15+ years while the property deteriorated.  Nevertheless, Bill forced sale of the home when (if their had been a third-party accounting) it would show that Bill would have to pay DeNese over a half a million dollars just for her to break even.

DeNese contributed the vast majority of the funding to this home as well.

Over two decades ago, a tumultuous and dramatic break-up lead to my arrest; although the charges were dismissed, Bill often tries to control and blackmail me with this unfortunate incident.

The Good Ol' Boys network (otherwise known as the Board of the Stone Manor HOA) actively enables domestic violence by denying a resident ingress/egress to their own property.  How does one enjoy the gorgeous waterfront views when life is consumed with keeping your head down?  

There is often an assumption that domestic violence only occurs in low-income households.  This "rescinded invitation" illustrates the 'out of sight, out of mind' culture that kept DeNese trapped while living in the affluent waterfront community of Stone Manor on the Potomac.

The Mountjoy family cult routinely aims to tear-down DeNese's parenting and guilt-trip me over claims that I should be indebted to Dolores Mountjoy for babysitting me as a child.

In 2021, a judge determined we would refer to Bill Mountjoy as my "father figure."  If we were 'family' at all, Bill would be better described as my juvenile delinquent brother. 

Within our household, Bill was the one often introducing confusion around his own identity; the most plausible, yet repugnant, explanation is dereliction.

If life with Bill was not an imprisoned existence where DeNese was in constant fear of her life, she could have told that entitled, ungrateful, self-centered son-of-a-bitch his priorities were misaligned.

Bill strongest defender was his mother, Dolores.  These days, it's Jennifer Wilson Mountjoy.  Narcissism is a family sport and the entire Mountjoy family cult has profited from exploiting DeNese.

I'm a half-way decent writer but I'm not creative enough to make this up. Bill couldn't even turn on the air conditioner or call an exterminator - for four years.

There's an estate-wide toilet paper shortage getting in the way of DeNese maintaining some semblance of dignity during our "walk of shame" at Stone Manor; Bill is petty, childish, and barbaric - but all that takes a backseat to being the stingiest SOB on this side of the Potomac.

For Bill, theft is like taking candy from a baby.  As a result of the loss of our home, my seven year old child is absolutely traumatized.  

Bill Mountjoy resented me from the the day I was born; his psychopathy permeates our family photo album.  

Bill Mountjoy's increasing shakedown leads to DeNese taking on increasing amounts of debt.

Throughout my childhood, Bill's excessive need for validation centered on a craving for superiority within his own family. Bill's mother, Dolores, insisted that we have photographs to show her family in Wisconsin.   

Although it's just the three of us, Billy knows the cameras are running - and yet his narcissism is on full display.

The one consistent positive of Bill Mountjoy?  Test results for sexually transmitted infections.

No sensible, reasonable, emotionally mature adult would go out and slaughter the Thanksgiving Turkey immediately before a Presidential Pardon of that very bird.  And, yet, that's exactly the type of strategic life choice Bill Mountjoy made when he choose my humiliation over an extremely favorable settlement.

Bill Mountjoy cancelled my health insurance.  The bigger problem, though, is that he didn't even bother to try to notify me that I would no longer have coverage so I could act accordingly, put other plans into place, and still get my much-needed surgery - as scheduled.

Adult Protective Services showed up at our doorstep in June 2023. We later learn that I'm under investigation as the "alleged perpetrator" of neglect against DeNese. 

David Warrington, general counsel for the Trump Presidential Campaign, is appointed as the Special Commissioner of Sale.

I have to miss a pre-scheduled vital surgery just to not even be able to pick the date we are to finally enter my mother's home.

I am impulsive and unorganized; as a teenager, I struggled immensely and I didn't have to suffer.  

DeNese's "coffee, rabbit, and spending addition" fuels her ability to earn top dollar.

Bill Mountjoy's Expense Reports

DeNese can just tell us herself - even if she'd rather stay silent.

The real question isn't why she didn't leave, but why Bill is living in the basement. 

It's a Mountjoy family sport.

There's something missing at the father-daughter dance.

He couldn't even turn on the air conditioning.

In 2014, DeNese met a 29-year-old attorney, Bader Nasser Alomair, and was pulled into the inner workings of the Embassy of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

Bill Mountjoy will never let go.

DeNese and Shelley skip packing and head out on the open road.

DeNese's childhood in the Florida panhandle was far from idyllic.

As a teenager, DeNese left her home in a heavily segregated Pensacola, Florida to come to DC at a pivotal time in the Civil Rights movement.  In the midst of complete chaos, I recently stumbled upon the significance of this on her life.

DeNese always said she was trapped and no one would help her; I quickly discovered she was right.