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 was a single-mother; we lived 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, Billy persuades DeNese to 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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

When Bill Mountjoy finally left his mother's basement, DeNese became a mother of two.  Bill was an expensive baby that cost a large part of my childhood.  I kept a photograph close - as a coping mechanism for his abuse.

Bill Mountjoy was never CIO of the American Federation of Labor; I doubt he was even a CPA.  Bill unwillingly 'retired' from the AFL-CIO yet he continues to insist he was among the highest ranks of the union federation.  DeNese had spent a lifetime building Bill up - sacrificing her own reputation to bring a farm animal indoors.

DeNese typically acquiesced to Bill out of fear of our lives.  On one rare occasion she stood up to him; I later learned her confidence came from a secret plan to escape.

Bill's mother, Dolores, went to extreme lengths to drill frugality and shame into me.

The court-ordered "wheelchair accessible" access to DeNese's home in August 2025 turned out to be so inaccessible that I sustained significant injuries and ended up hospitalized.

I am impulsive and unorganized; as a teenager I struggled immensely.  If Bill could have just stopped yelling, I wouldn't have had to suffer.

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

Bill Mountjoy has a diagnosis of ADHD, yet it doesn't quite add up.

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

Friends and family often feel compelled to take sides; when abuse is involved, either you take a stand against it or you're okay with ignoring it.  Bill Mountjoy declared himself Emperor and one of his relatives points out that he's not wearing clothes.

Bill Mountjoy stole my home from DeNese.  In August of 2024, we were finally able to access her belongings.  Cancelled checks and related documents tremendously conflict with what was said and presented in this the partition lawsuit that resulted in substantial verdicts in his favor.

Bill Mountjoy uses humor to deflect responsibility and degrade others.

As a child, Bill Mountjoy was likely shamed and scolded into submission by his mother, Dolores.  After all, she did the same to me decades later.

DeNese's text messages confirm that Bill's narcissistic abuse wasn't anything new.

My yard doesn't look to hot, but that can be fixed.  What is downright unsightly and has proven to be a permanent fixture is the behavior next door - Steve and Toni Potter (Bill Mountjoy's new best friends.)

The tension with Steve and Toni Potter goes way back; one of the most disturbing incidents was the time Steve aimed his overpriced gas powered leaf blower right at the open bedroom window where my newborn infant lay soundly sleeping.  

During my eviction trial, I learned that my next-door neighbors, Steve and Toni Potter were stalking-by-proxy for Bill Mountoy.

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Bill Mountjoy's long term girlfriend, Linda Yeatman Knoche, thinks I called her a gold digger.  It wasn't me - but she doesn't have to look very far to find the one to find the one responsible. 

Hacking  into Bill's email, I uncover multiple affairs.  When DeNese confronts  Bill, he becomes so livid that a neighbor suggests we sleep with a knife  under our pillow.  Bill struck DeNese so hard he broke his own finger in the process.   Fearing not just her life but mine as well, DeNese obtains an emergency  protective order.

Bill Mountjoy used a pseudonym, Bill Barnes, to have an affair with, Mrs. Julia Smith, a married third grade teacher at Prince William County's Bennett Elementary School in Manassas.   

Bill attempts another fling; he struck out but the April 2003 date conflicts with his historical revisionism.

Bill reaches a new low when he evicted me and my seven year old daughter while I was in the hospital.  We lost the majority of our belongings as well - including her beloved collection of Pound Puppies.

Bill claims DeNese and I change our names at the drop of a hat yet he's the one who uses aliases to avoid accountability and defraud others. 

Bill prefers to be around people that enable, ignore, and encourage his behavior.  Therefore, it's no surprise that, as the Director of IT at the AFL-CIO, Bill's close "friends" were not his colleagues, but rather the vendors.  

Bill repeatedly flirts with his "smokin' hot" second cousin, Tammy.  Her mom Rosie, has narcissistic tendencies that are strikingly similar to Bill.

Bill blames me for my spinal cord injury because blame-shifting, victimization, and gaslighting are a family tradition in the Mountjoy cult.

There is a decade-old unsolved murder in Lorton, VA.  Bill benefits from neighbors and friends believing I hired a hitman - who shot the wrong guy.

Sexual violence among young woman is alarmingly high during their undergraduate college years.  When I joined those statistics, Bill's only interest was to use the brutal incident to threaten me.

When I was in college, Bill's number one priority was to make sure I was financially independent so he could continue to sponge off my mother without competition.  The aftermath of rape caused my grades to decline; Bill took advantage of my misfortune to further degrade and bully me.

Bill claims my mother has repeatedly come to my aid in ways that are both lavish and false.  The reality is that the bulk of DeNese's money went to Bill.

On April 16, 2025, DeNese inadvertently ran into Bill Mountjoy. Enabled by his family, Bill rewrote the narrative to claim she departed because it was cold - instead of avoiding him. 

Bill Mountjoy takes frugality to the extreme - negatively impacting the quality of life of those around him with his unhygienic routines.

In the Mountjoy family cult, good manners take the backseat while compassion and open communication are stuffed in the trunk.  Suppressing conflicts is prioritized in order to enable a facade of unity to ride shotgun.

While Bill always required the best (paid for by DeNese) I was told I didn't really need basics for my everyday life.  I have been actively trying to change learned behaviors that I developed as a child as coping mechanisms from Bill's financial abuse.  

Bill's mother, Dolores (Schleis) Mountjoy, had a childhood marked by the Great Depression.  While their three boys have a comedy routine built up around the frugality that reigned supreme throughout their childhood memories, I feel Bill clearly harbors trauma as the penny-pinching behaviors of all three boys continue today, despite being unnecessary.  

Bill routinely "poisons the well" by going out of his way to damage my reputation - even when it's not necessary.  When Bill is asked for his emergency contact information, he gives my name and number.  He jokes that if anything were to happen to him, I would need to know so I could celebrate.

My mother and I took a road-trip in the summer of 2023; while in Wisconsin, we made brief unintended stop at the family farm to briefly say hello to relatives.  Bill and his girlfriend have nothing but derogatory remarks in response - illustrating just how negatively Bill speaks about me to others.

Previously, I've said that Bill hasn't had any real friends in over two decades; I was wrong - and it turns out one of the most upstanding and genuine pals in his life was an initial resident of Stone Manor on the Potomac.

For the sake of my mental health, I haven't spoken to Bill for the better part of the last three decades.  One notable exception was in 2018 when Bill climbed a ladder in his flip-flops, fell, and fractured his pelvis.  DeNese and I both felt sorry for him and tried to help.  

Bill Mountjoy utilizes dramatic hand movements in order to thrust himself into the center of attention by dominating the physical space.  When I was growing up, Bill had his own secret handshake but now "the sign of Mountjoy" permeates his followers within the National Potomac Yacht Club.

Bill Mountjoy routinely brands me as a troublemaker and even when he goes so far as to claim (without evidence) that I have four serious personality disorders - he's assumed to be telling the truth because he's my "parent". 

Experts advise those in narcissist relationships to never label the narcissist - as, they will simply turn around and accuse their victim of being a narcissist.  Bill Mountjoy doesn't skip a beat and - straight from the horse's mouth - we can read exactly what negative and false allegations Bill Mountjoy has to share about me.

While Bill Mountjoy worked for SEIU and the AFL-CIO, he did so as a "closet Republican" who considered blue-collared workers beneath him.  Despite a lack of genuine achievements, Bill truly believes he's better than everyone else and he devalues others to elevate his own importance.

With 99 posts over the past 3 years, a timeline puts it into perspective. 

DeNese and I use various terms of endearment for each other; one in particular came to an abrupt halt when Bill Mountjoy decided he wanted one too - like a prison guard that expects to have a warmhearted relationship with the inmates 

Bill Mountjoy is so clueless about the reality of my life that he thinks I use my disability as a get out of jail free pass.

Bill Mountjoy is the one that used my disability and ongoing medical conditions for attention from others; one of his main frustrations about being estranged is no longer having access to information about my daily life.

While Bill Mountjoy managed to make a positive impression in court, further examination of the evidence exposes his lies.

While Bill Mountjoy managed to make a positive impression in court, further examination of the evidence exposes his lies.

While Bill Mountjoy managed to make a positive impression in court, further examination of the evidence exposes his lies.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.