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Michael,

You do love your red herrings and to paint yourself as being the unfortunate one. I guess it's that victim mentality. But you and I both know: Going over there [Afghanistan]: You did what you had to do. 

What you had to do. 

Why? Because it was the only way possible for you to take care of your family. And I respect that. The real estate market was in the toilet in Washington. You know it. I know it. And you weren't producing enough transactions to make it in real estate. Not even close. I don't know if that was from lack of ability, or because of the damage done to you—and your name--online at this site. Don't know and don't care. None of my business. Lots of agents weren't making it back then. And lots of agents were going under. 

We had that conversation [about the real estate market and why you were leaving]—you and I. Man-to-man. The transaction sides weren't there. The business wasn't there. Not the kind of numbers you needed to cover your monthly obligations. You were strapped. So, when the opportunity came your way... you took it. And rightfully so. You understood the risk. You understood the reward. And you know what? I don't blame you—not one bit. 

In fact, I envy you. I really do. 

I wish that I could have been in your position. I wish that I could have been fortunate enough to have your skills—and go do that job. Any job over there and make such a great salary.

Unfortunately, I didn't. I don't. I would have given my right arm to be as fortunate as you were/are—to have that opportunity. I would have been grateful for the opportunity. And every day... I would have thanked God for keeping me alive and giving me the ability to provide for my family—despite the harsh circumstances.

However, I love how people expect (and even demand!) respect... they insist upon certain courtesies... they demand to be treated a certain way... in a certain manner... But. They weren't/aren't the least bit willing to extend the same courtesy to others. The same respect. The same treatment. They [you] are automatically entitled to it... Others [example: my wife]? Not so much...

So, you'll have to forgive me (and the irony—and futility--of this request isn't lost on me either!), but you told us:

'to make sure we were out of your house—by the time your plane landed.' 

You were very clear. And very emphatic. We did what you asked of us. Exactly what you asked us to do. We didn't become holdover tenants. We didn't make you go through the grueling eviction process. We didn't drag you on for months and months...

And we could have. Washington has some very favorable tenant laws....

But we didn't do that to you. We could have. But. We didn't. 

No. We did EXACTLY what you asked of us. What. You. Asked. 

Exactly. 

We could have made you wait. We could have made you endure great legal expenses. We could have drug it out for months and months... Causing you a great deal of inconvenience at your job. We could have stayed there—rent free—for months! It was well within our legal right. But. We didn't do that. 

No. We did EXACTLY what you asked of us. 

Why? Two reasons:

01.) It was the courteous thing to do. Treating you with respect and consideration. Caring about your circumstances. Trying our best to do the right thing by you. The thing that would put you in the best position possible. To ensure that you got another renter—quickly. And that you were able to carry on with your life. 

02.) Just like you... I understood the realities of the situation. My best shot of taking care of my family was getting back to an environment that I was familiar with. A place where I had family and connections. A place where I could turn to people for help and support. Because I certainly couldn't expect strangers to help us out. To show any compassion. To extend a little grace and mercy our way. 

So, I did what you asked. And, yes, I did what was in the best interest of my family. These two things are not mutually exclusive. 

YOU told us to get out. 

YOU gave me the way out. 
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On Mon, Sep 1, 2008 at 11:44 PM, CreelRealty <creelrealty@yahoo.com> wrote:

Jessica, As you know, you owe for July, and $93.00 per day for each day you stay this month (the months deposit you paid is consumed by the lack of even a 30 day notice and I have zero for any damages). Also, what are your intentions regarding power, water, trash, and cable? That could easily add up to a pretty penny. Are you paying those accounts off prior to leaving? Are you having the home cleaned?   How should we handle the rent that will be due for the period between your leaving, and a new tenant moving in? At almost 3k a month, it could add up quickly if the home doesn't rent fast, and theres no assurance (regardless of what efforts we put into it) that it will rent fast. I've lost the summer season, which is the best time to rent.   Will you be in a position to honor the contract (once your home) until another tenant can be located? I'll do everything I possily can to minimize the loss.   Michael  Creel

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(more Horton ranting)

And I took it.

For you and me both. It was the right thing to do. For us both. 

Now, you have the audacity to come online and talk about "us not honoring a contract" to some clown... when you weren't willing to allow us the legal rights afforded by the contract. No sir. You wanted us out—immediately. Before your plane landed. The implication was quite clear: there would be problems. Big problems. Controversy. Conflict. An altercation.

You wanted your way—your house vacant upon arrival. Not what the contract had to say. Not what the contract guaranteed us. You wanted your way. 

And we gave you what you wanted. Exactly what you asked for. 

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From: Jessica Wynn Horton 
Subject: 
To: "CreelRealty" 
Date: Wednesday, September 3, 2008, 9:28 PM

It would be very hard for me to come up with $2,800.00 this month. I have not been paid.  I have not gotten my reimbursements that are just about equal to your rent.  

Jon, isn't going to pay me anything that he owes me just to make me go away.

I have put in a call to my attorney back in Georgia to see where we are on my counter proposal for settlement.  That would be a quick source of funding for me if I can get that wrapped up. 

(Jessica's "case" in Georgia was settled according to her, her assets and accounts were unfrozen - no money was ever paid to me from those funds).

Jessica

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Sounds pretty intimidating doesn't it? 

She Chose to move out, she was never told to leave

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(rant continued)

But. That's never good enough for people like you. You don't just want one thing... you want it all. You wanted your house—vacant. But. You also wanted your way—your money. You want us to honor the contract that you demanded that we depart from. 

“I get 100% of the contract. You get none of it.”

It's all about you, isn't it????

My family and I had certain rights afforded to us in that contract (and again: Washington is very much an advocate of the rights of tenants....) But. You wanted us out. You didn't want us exercising our rights. You wanted what YOU wanted. To heck with everything and everyone else. 

It's all about you.

It's ALWAYS all about you. 

And we gave it to you. You asked for your house—immediately upon your plane touching down. And you got it. 

You didn't have any care, consideration, or concern for our rights—as your tenants. Only yourself. I get that. It's par for the course. 

People like you always want it both ways. And both sides are always about: you. 

You tell us to abandon our contract. Then you want to hold us accountable for it. 

There's a certain hypocrisy there. A certain double standard. And then taking it online... trying to shame someone into submission... well, that's no standards at all. 

But. That's on you. It's a reflection of who and what you are. 

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From: Jessica Wynn Horton 
Subject: Re: Sold Items
To: "CreelRealty" 
Date: Wednesday, September 24, 2008, 6:19 AM

Michael:

I apologize for the delay but I've not had access to my computer the last couple of days.

1.  Yes, Amber did buy my dining set (not yours) and her sister came and picked up the table and chairs.  She was supposed to come right back and pick up the rest (china cabinet and 2 servers) but she didn't.  She then later called and said that they would not be able to make it back...they were going on vacation.  

She wanted to know if I would refund a portion of her money and I told her, "no!".  She was to call me when she got back in town and I never heard back from her until I had already moved out. 

 

So, I told her to make arrangements with Ardell or I would either credit her a portion of the money back later on (when I can afford it) if she was not able to get the stuff. Technically...it belongs to you now and that is up to you if you give it to her.  

You would be able to sell it on craigslist for a few hundred dollars.  The same with the couch.  Ardell was supposed to get with you about the staging items in the bedroom next to the master bedroom.  I ran out of room to store stuff and couldn't fit any more.

2.  I am not aware of any such damage to any latice work. 

3.  Ardell has your keys and has been in the house on at least 1 occassion.  You told me to cooperate with her and I did.  She asked me to please leave the keys where she could get them and I did.

4.  As far as a second set of keys...I NEVER got any keys from you or your wife.  The only keys that I got were from the renter.  Ever. Jason tried to get a set from her on the day we started moving in and she told him that she would have to get back with him on that.  So, when the renter moved out...he got them from him.  Now, there is some sort of keys in a drawer that still has a lot of your stuff in in it...it is in the kitchen.  We never messed with that drawer or your stuff.  We just left it like it was.

I hope this helps answer your questions.  I am working on my end to help get you squared away.

Jessica

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From: Jessica Wynn Horton <jessicahorton30292@gmail.com>
To: CreelRealty <creel@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday, September 24, 2008 8:04:55 AM
Subject: Re: Sold Items

Michael:

My preference would be for you to sell them off and apply it to my debt.  I know that you will be honest about the amounts collected.

 

I would prefer to handle her on a personal level for a reimbursement...which would be secondary to you collecting monies owed.  You have been greatly inconvenienced and she made a choice not to come back that night (as discussed) and to go on vacation.  So, I am not being coldhearted...but it was a matter of priorities for her.

They might be the keys in the drawer.  I don't know.  I am not aware of any such deal being made and left for us.  I am only aware of getting the key to the front door from the renter.  There is a set of keys in the kitchen, in a drawer.  We never used them.

Jessica

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(Horton rant continued)

And speaking of online discourse...

Your whole “don't say it online... come say it to my face. Look me in the eye...” dialogue is a bit comical (read: hypocritical--again). Why? Because it's coming from a man who came online and viciously attacked a lady and her business. A man who viciously attacked and terrorized my wife and her business. 

A real estate business that had nothing to do with our personal issues. Personal Issues.

A man who didn't “come and say it to her face.” Wasn't brave--or bold--enough to say it to a woman... 

And your response will be, “How could I? She fled the scene....”

And my response is: “We did—exactly--what you asked us to do. And you want to blame us for honoring and respecting your wishes. How noble of you...”

Bottom line: We're responsible for our actions. You are responsible for yours. And part of your actions was taking the route of a coward: You came online and posted your highly-sensationalized account. You came online and offered up partial information. Leaving out several important facts in your version of events...

You are a 'man' who came online to hurt her. To cripple—and even destroy—her business. 

I used the word 'coward'--and that's EXACTLY what I meant. Coward. C-O-W-A-R-D. Coward. A namby-pamby spineless coward. 

And just recently (July 4, 2015) you reinforced my stance [you being a coward] even more. You were a coward who read my detailed response (below) to your vile virtual vituperation and vindictiveness... 

and what did you do? 

Did you contact me? Nope.

Did you reach out to me--directly? Nope.

No. 

You contacted my wife—again. For some strange reason: you are ALWAYS trying to get her attention. Always trying to make her notice you. I'm surprised you didn't send another picture of yourself to her. That was really creepy...

Coward.

The man [me] addresses you. You run to the woman [my wife]. You send her an e-mail. Not me. 

Coward. 

Then you come online—again. Telling your little half-truths and playing the helpless victim. "My circumstances are worse than your circumstances. Boo h*o. Gloom. Dispair. Agony on me." You had a job. A job that paid good money. You had a roof over your heads. You knew the risk. And you knew the reward. I had to start over--with two small kids--with nothing. Depending entirely on the good graces of family and friends to help us get back on our feet. 

Michael, don't give me that “I don't have your number... I don't know how to contact you...” rubbish. From what I've been told (by one of Jessica's past clients) you are on my Face Book page several times a week (maybe even daily). You read my updates. You copy them. You publish them online. You add your little commentary to them. You send them to people. 

Why? Because you take great enjoyment off manufacturing problems and creating strife. You are a trouble maker. An instigator. A miserable person who is lonely and wants company.

A coward. 

So, you know where I am. I'm easy to find. And apparently you found me.... a lot of me. 

But. You were too much of a coward to reach out to me—directly. 

Instead? You ran to my wife. E-mailed her. Again. Always chasing after my wife. Always trying to talk to her. 

Mr. Creel, if you only spent 1/1000th of your time looking at my contact info (it's right there!) instead of behaving like some meddling busy body old lady that's always trying to stir up trouble on the block... you would have my number and e-mail. It's right there. And you would have contacted me—directly. Not go running to my wife (again). Looking for any excuse to engage her in a conversation. Always seeking her attention. 

Always wanting to be noticed. 

To be seen. 

She wants nothing to do with you. 

Coward. 

Attention craving coward. 

Yes, 'Coward' is what I said.... 'Coward' is the word that I used. Coward is EXACTLY what I meant. And if that day ever comes... if you come slinking around this neck of the woods.... I won't have ANY problems calling you a “Coward!” right to your face. Looking down upon you in pity and calling you a, “Coward!” 

None. 

And you may whip my butt... I don't know. I'm not going to pretend to be Billy Bad-bottom online. I'm just me. A husband. A father. A man trying to take care of his family. I'm not some big tough guy. I'm not. But. I do know this: I will gladly take a good beating to stand up for my wife and family. It would be an honor. And I would wear it well. 

My privilege. 

I know this: I will die once in this life... You'll die a thousand times.

I would rather endure physical pain than to let some yellow-belly coward--like you--speak about her. You aren't worthy to even address her. To look her way. To take off her shoes. To kiss the dirt on the bottom of her shoes.She's a 1,000 times the person that you and I--both--will ever be. I don't deserve her. Period. I know that. And you sure as heck don't deserve to speak to her—not even look in her direction. 

She's a lady.

You're a b***h. 

But I also promise you this... should your sniveling self ever show up at my home or place of business (or in my geographic vicinity) seeking me out... I'm not very hard to find. And I promise you something else: You may beat me—physically--but you will know that I was there. And you'll remember me for a long time to come (unless of course you ambush me like a coward. And I do stipulate that seems to be your normal modus operandi).

Anyway...

Whipping my butt won't make you right. Not even close. 

Might doesn't make: right. It just makes a bully. And when multiple bullies congregate... it only makes a mob. And there's only one way to deal with a bully and/or mob. You take them head on.

Out in the open. 

That's where you wanted her. Well, you got me instead. 

You don't let them [A Bully] intimidate you. You don't let them scare you. No. You face them--head on. 

Because ultimately... bullies/mobs are nothing but big babies—who secretly desire for someone to put them in their place. To spank their bottoms and put them to bed. They need to be taught a lesson. Some respect. 

I know this because: I was once a coward—just like you. 20 Something years ago... I was a coward too—just like you. A coward who didn't have the courage to say, 'No!' and get out of a car. A coward who didn't have the courage to make certain events stop. A coward who didn't have the courage to do the right thing—initially. 

But. I got my butt spanked really hard. And you know what? I learned my lesson. I took responsibility for my actions. I grew up. And I've done something--by the grace of God--with my life. 

You are a bully that likes to attack women. Probably a bit of a misogynist... 

You are a coward. 

You are a scared and pathetic little 'man'. 

You are a little coward who wants their cake and wants to eat it too. 

You are a little coward who didn't get his way. You thought your little online 'report' would destroy my wife and her business.... 

It didn't. 

Nor did the other cowards who piled on after you. 

And you can't stand it. You can't stand that your tantrum didn't work. You can't stand that she is good at her job—way better than you were at being an agent. WAY BETTER. 

You can't stand it. It eats you up. That you didn't get your way. 

What did you tell her? Oh yeah... “If you don't pay me what I want. What I demand. When I want it. I will go online and destroy you and your business.”

Coward. 

You are a little coward who had an emotional reaction and told us “you better be out before my plane lands.” And then you don't have the courage... you lack the integrity to take personal responsibility for your own actions. 

I owned up to mine. I admitted my mistakes. You're too arrogant to do the same. 

You don't have the rectitude to admit your own mistakes.

You don't have virtue or the honor to admit your culpability. 

Coward. 

You are a little coward who will now throw up my mistakes from 20 years ago. To shame me. Humiliate me. Punish me. To be a fear monger.... To try and scare people.... To make them think something that isn't even close to the truth. 

Coward. 

You are a little coward who will take my words and try and use them as way to shame me. You are a little coward who comes skulking over to my Facebook page and steals my copyrighted content... and then tries to ridicule me for my beliefs. Using it as a weapon. 

Newsflash: your weapon will not prosper. My God causes ALL THINGS (even cowards like you) to work together for the good in my life. It may not be 'good' in the sense of what man views as being 'good', but it's for my betterment--always. 

You. Are. A. Coward. 

A weak and pitiful excuse for a man. 

Coward. 

It's okay. I was that way once too. I was a coward also. There's hope for you—yet. God saved a wretch like me... His Word can certainly implant a backbone in you. But. That's a matter of your volition. Your choice. You own them. 

Just like I own mine. 

You want money? Contact me. We'll work it out. But. You aren't owed a thing. It's not due to you. You forfeited that right, remember? Twice. You told us to leave. To get out. Then: You elected to “try it in the court of public opinion.” That was your choice. That was what you elected to do. Of course, you always conveniently forget your end of the bargain... 

You make up--and change--the rules as you go. 

You elected to go the route of the coward. You went online. 

And you lost. And you can't handle that.

You have to be a little baby. You have to get your way. 

You have to believe the ramblings of one pathetic person and ignore the praise of 50 others. You refuse to see what is so very obvious. Why? Because it doesn't fit your presuppositions. It doesn't advance your cause. It doesn't make you feel justified in your cowardly behavior.

You pitched one fit—and it didn't work. Now, you'll start throwing more tantrums. More fits. More mud slinging....

You lost because: most people—even with just a modicum of common sense—realize there are always two sides (at least) to a story. It's called: having integrity. And some people are kind... generous... courteous... compassionate... are willing to extend grace. 

You just happen to not be one of those people. 

You want to harm others. Hurt them. To make them suffer. 

You like to attack women anonymously—online. 

You're a coward. 

Well, what did my wife tell you years ago? Back when you first threatened to extort her (“if you don't pay me what I want, I will destroy you—and your business--online...”

She said to you, “Do your worst.” Because she is braver and stronger than both of us—combined. 

Do you worst, Michael. Our life doesn't depend on you. Our life doesn't depend on other people. Our life depends on the Lord. He is who I will look to. And HE WILL PROVIDE FOR THIS FAMILY—one way or the other. It may be peanut butter sandwiches (without the bread), but He will provide. Guaranteed. My faith is in him. Not man. 

You want money... fine. Call me. E-mail me. Send smoke signals. We'll work something out. But. You and I both know... money won't fix the issue. It can't. And to be perfectly honest: you aren't owed a dang thing. But. If you want money... I'm all open to settle accounts. 

All Accounts. 

You've been 'damaged'. Jess has been damaged. So, lets compare the boo boo's and see who is the biggest victim...

And if we can't reach an agreement on money... I'm willing to arbitrate it—in Washington. I'm willing to fly out there and give you home field advantage. 

But. You won't do that. 

Why? Because you're a coward. And you know when it all comes out (not just the little bits and pieces that you post online to paint you in the best light)... you will lose. 

So... what you'll do instead is: You'll just continue to stalk my wife online... stalke me online... you'll just continue to harass her... you'll just continue to try and destroy her—and her business.... you'll continue to align yourself with other vindicate and hateful people... 

And you'll try to controversialize her—through my past mistakes from 20 years ago (and my personal 'religious' beliefs)—in order to get your way. 

That's what cowards do. 

They're predictable. And they're petty. 

And you are both. You and your ilk. 

Plus, lets be honest... you like the attention. You relish the though of people being pre-occupied with you. You crave attention—even if its negative attention. You love people focusing on you.

Do your worst, Michael. And we both know you're playbook is pretty long and impressive. And your bag of tricks is deep—and overflowing. You're a nasty and vile piece of work. 

But. Just remember this: No matter what you do... we won't hate you. We forgive you. But. As you do unto us... as you do unto others... it will be returned to you. I've watched—with my own eyes—people who've been kind and generous to us... experience tremendous blessing in their life. Wonderful blessing. But. I've also watched as some who tried kicking us while we were down... lose it all. Everything. Just like we did. We lost it all. And they lost everything. 

Everything.

They're gone now. Out of business--completely. Jess is still standing. Still selling the heck out of some houses. 

You have an opportunity—right now—to walk away and do the right thing. Or, you can continue to try and exploit the situation for your 'benefit'. You can continue this path that you're heading down. Trying to hurt others. Trying to harm them. And you'll get everything that you have coming to you. All of it. And, no, I'm not threatening you. I won't ever come after you. You aren't worth it. But. I won't ever back down from you either. No matter what it costs me. And I know that this will probably cost me. That's okay. Because I love my wife too much to let some coward like you bully her. I will deal with the shame and humiliation. But. It will be a cold day in hell before I let a coward like you insult her. 

Do your worst. 

“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man! --- The Count of Monte Cristo

A tragic story of revenge. A man who just couldn't let it go. Do your worst, Michael. But. I hope and pray that you won't. Not for my sake. Rather: for yours.