The Other Side of the Story

For years, I’ve stayed mostly silent while a storm of accusations, misinformation, and carefully curated narratives spun around me. I’ve watched quietly while others distorted the facts, repackaged the truth, and pushed versions of events that served only themselves. Today, I’m finally speaking—not to retaliate, but to set the record straight.

So here it is.

Several years ago, I—along with others, including individuals I’ve never even met—came forward to report what we believed to be Medicaid fraud at a place where we once worked. That’s where this all began. And while I won’t name names, let’s just say the central figure in all of this has never shied away from making sure his side of the story is heard—loudly and often.

In response, I was sued for slander. The accusation? That I had been sending emails accusing this person of fraud. I’ve denied those claims from day one—and I still do. In fact, I’ve long believed someone entirely different, perhaps even from a competing business, was responsible. But that’s a thread for another day.

As the lawsuit unfolded, something major happened: my phone—one that I believed held key evidence supporting my innocence—was stolen. The other side insisted I’d staged the whole thing, accusing me of destroying evidence. I counter-sued for fraud, and prepared to present my case.

But that day never came.

In a move that still stuns me, the judge struck both my answer and my counterclaim after holding me in civil contempt over the phone situation. That decision effectively silenced me in court and prevented any of my evidence from ever being seen or heard. There was no trial. No opportunity to defend myself. No chance to show the truth. And that, I believe, was by design.

The fallout? I was sentenced to ten days in jail—served over five weekends. Five mugshots. A scarlet letter, courtesy of a civil proceeding gone completely off the rails.

Only later did a detective from the Benton County Sheriff’s Office step in to investigate the matter. His findings? My phone was indeed stolen. Exactly as I said from the beginning. But you’ll rarely hear that part repeated by those invested in the other version of the story.

Even though I’m under an order not to speak negatively about certain individuals, I’m still allowed to speak the truth. And here’s another truth: after our civil case ended, criminal charges were filed against the individual we originally reported. Over time, those charges were dropped due to changing leadership, witness concerns, and, tragically, the death of a key witness. I wasn’t even going to be called to testify by that point.

Still, the damage from the civil case was done. The judgment against me was so high, I was forced to file for bankruptcy. And yes—he followed me there too. And we’ve been fighting ever since.

Let’s clear something up: I haven’t stalked anyone. I haven’t harassed anyone. I’ve simply exercised my right to defend myself—something I will never apologize for. I took it as far as I could. I even appealed, only to lose on a technicality. The federal court said I didn’t have standing. Not that I was wrong. Just that I didn’t have the legal authority to keep fighting.

Meanwhile, I’ve watched others try to turn this into a circus—creating online platforms, anonymous accounts, and podcast partnerships meant to ridicule, shame, and manipulate. I’ve sat quietly while some people I once trusted blindly followed those narratives, only to eventually return with regret—or double down out of pride.

Let me say this plainly: I don’t need the approval of online strangers to validate my integrity. I know who I am. I know what I’ve done—and what I haven’t. And I am surrounded by strong, faithful, discerning people who know the same.

Could I start naming names? Could I match insult for insult? Absolutely. But why? The people responsible already know who they are—and they have to live with themselves.

As for me, I’ve served my time—both literally and figuratively. And now, I’m focused on moving forward.

This chapter may be closed.... But if you think I’ve said all I have to say—you’ve underestimated me.