Take-home lesson #3: Always, ALWAYS, check out your new guy (or gal) online. There are a lot of weirdos out there. I thought there was some potential for Cesar after swearing he would go to AA and see a therapist, but if he's not being honest in a court of law, he's not being honest with himself, and if he's not being honest with himself, he's not being honest with you.

Take-home lesson #2: Don't trust Cesar Alexandri Cordero. He is a dangerous and deceitful man, if one could call him that, a man, I mean. He is Latino, from the Dominican Republic, supposedly moving to Tampa, Florida next month. He is an ex-Marine (which doesn't say much for the Marine Corps), a grandfather at 45, and an alcoholic of the worst sort. See first blog for contact info and pic.

I have seen him throw a chair across the room and watched it smash into pieces (yet another thing he lied about it court).

He once wrapped his hands around my neck and tried to choke me.

He stole my rental car and left my son and me, abandoned, in upstate New York.

He once abandoned me at a concert, and tossed my son's carseat to the side of the road (which, to his credit, he replaced).

Several take-home lessons to be gotten here:

Don't use your real DOB and/or real zip code to sign up for your Yahoo! account. Yahoo!'s policy is to display a new password on the screen if you are able to give that information. Just about anyone could hack into your email, and evidently human beings don't have the decency not to violate this privacy. It's a crying shame. This is the second time this has happened to me.

My ex-husband did it, too.

Probably the only reason he decided not to pursue trying to take our son away from me.

This man is deceitful and dangerous. He flat out lied, under oath, in a court of law. It was a circus. But the best part is where his own lawyer got him to admit I hadn't done anything to harass him.

Needless to say, the judge's decision:
dismissed Mr Cordero's petition, granted mine

I want to comment on the email from John. He asked me if I was interested, I said no because I have a boyfriend. I told him he should arrange that with David directly, count me out.

I asked Cesar if he knew my date of birth. no
Liar. He took me to Belize for 2 weeks for my 37th birthday.

I asked Cesar if he knew my zip code. no
Liar. He mailed a letter to my neighbor who lives in the same building, same zip code.

I asked Cesar if that was him in that picture. no
Liar. He took the picture!

I asked Cesar if he hacked into my email account, if he knew who's originating IP address I would find when I finally received the emails from Hotmail, if he sent those emails. no, no, and no.
Liar. He not only gained access to my account, he sent emails to himself and my ex-husband attaching pictures he took using his digital camera.

I asked Cesar if he contacted anyone else besides Scott, Jeff, Rodney, Kat and Don. no
Liar. He also contacted David, John, and my colleague Gregory.

Liar, liar, pants on fire!

How does one cross-examine oneself?

So Ms Lavi calls me to the stand.

Did you contact Mr Cordero's employer? yes, to express my concern that he used a Washington State Ferries envelope to mail a defamatory letter to my neighbor.
Did you contact Mr Cordero's therapist, Nancy Broaders? yes, to express my concern that Mr Cordero fell off the wagon and sat staring at his loaded shotgun for an hour.
Aside from those contacts, did you contact anyone else? yes, I contacted his friend Winda Benedetti because I was worried he would hurt himself.
Aside from these, did you contact anyone else? no
On 9/29/05, the day after Mr Corder got his temporary anti-harassment order, did you send any emails? no, Mr Cordero hacked into my email account and sent them to himself in an effort to frame me for violating his order.
Can you identify the people in the picture? yes, it's me and Mr Cordero
Have you ever used any aliases? yes, my given hebrew name, as a matter of precaution
Have you ever engaged in soliciting anonymous sex on the internet? yes, I was divorced, single, not interested in a relationship, but also not interested in being celibut.
Have you ever accepted money for sex? no
Do you love your son? very much so
Have you ever done any of these things with your son present? of course not, i only have him 50% of the time, what i do in my free time is my business.
Did you receive an email from John in July? yes
Was he interested in having a 'panty party' with you and another person, David? yes
no further questions

Next, Ms Lavi calls Laura someone, as a character witness.

A character witness for whom, I ask.

For Mr Cordero.

Why? I thought we were bashing me, not him.

Okay, okay, so evidently asking a man to drop his drawers in a court of law is somewhat frowned upon, but I think I made my point.

I don't think the judge was very amused.

Then I cross examine.

May I see that picture? The judge hands it to me.

Mr Cordero, are you sure you don't know who the other person is in that picture? yes, i'm sure
Are you sure that's not you? it's not me
You didn't take that picture? no
Would you please prove to the court that is not you in that picture?

Here's how the trial proceeds (just the highlights, I promise):

He got his petition first, so Ms Lavi goes first.

She puts Mr Cordero on the witness stand, under oath, and asks him things like:

Did you leave that voicemail? yes [with much apologizing]
Did Ms Kemper contact your employer? yes
Did Ms Kemper contact your therapist? yes
Aside from those contacts, what has Ms Kemper done to harass you? nothing
Did you contact Ms Kemper's ex-husband? yes, to tell him she's a prostitute
Did you contact Ms Kemper's brother? yes, to tell him she's a prostitute
[out of concern for my son]
Did you contact Ms Kemper's friend Kat? yes, same reason
Did you contact Ms Kemper's neighbor Don? yes, same reason
Aside from these, did you contact anyone else? no
On 9/29/05, the day after you got your temporary anti-harassment order, did you receive any emails from Ms Kemper? yes
She presents an email and pictures supposedly attached.
One of them is a picture of me sucking Cesar's cock.
She continues.
Can you identify the people in the picture? only Ms Kemper, I don't know who the other person is.
Has Ms Kemper ever used any aliases? yes
And so on...

Wait! There's more. Okay, so without knowing he got this anti-harassment order against me (or why, for that matter), I go down to the courthouse to get an anti-harassment order against him. Why? Because he's harassing me, obviously. And ruining my life. My ex-husband kept our son from me for a week. My family completely turned on me, Sherman Zell, Marlene Stein, and Jeff Zell. Yup, supportive as always... Ah, but I digress, so I get this anti-harassment order, but it's temporary and there's a hearing date set for 18 October 2005. I don't have the money for an attorney, but he does, one Ms Lara Lavi.

Well, this is where it gets good. So, there's a judge and a court reporter and a bailiff in the room. Then there's me and Cesar and Lara. And there's my friend Rodney for moral support.

His entire case for seeking an anti-harassment order is this:
By assassinating my character, showing how sexually deviant I am, that I'm a prostitute, that I might even be schizophrenic, and with a testimonial letter from my brother stating how volatile and angry I am, he can demonstrate the potential for me to harass him.

Huh?

Meanwhile, I've got the voicemail, the emails, the letters, over 50 pages of solid, irrefutible evidence. This man's a menace. Ladies, beware!

Then ...

Oh yeah, there's more. Then he went on 28 September 2005 down to the King County Courthouse and filed a petition for an anti-harassment order against me!!!!!

Against me!

I emailed him a total of 3 times asking him to please stop. I mean, my ex-husband was actually buying the crap he was selling. My brother, Jeff Zell, bought it hook, line and sinker. Not a big surprise where my family is concerned, but still that's low.

Anyway, he gets a temporary anti-harassment order against me, then the next day, assuming I had already been served with it (which I hadn't), he uses my DOB, Yahoo! ID, and zip code and hacks into my Yahoo! email account. From there, he sends himself emails out of my account then calls the police to report me for violating his anti-harassment order.

All said and done, he sent me 23 emails, and called, snailmailed or emailed 8 others who know me.

And he emailed my friend, told another of my friends, even sent a letter to my neighbor using a Washington State Ferries (his employer) envelope.

Then he wrote a letter to my ex-husband (and father of my child):

September 24, 2005

Scott:

I have given a lot of thought to what I am about to tell you.

At first I wasn’t going to say anything to you about it. But now after a discussion with Lynn’s brother, my attorney, and my closest friends, the concensus is to tell you as succinctly as possible.

Lynn and I have broken up. The reason is due to her activities and so called profession.

Her drinking is reaching alarming proportions and I urge you to request an alcohol assessment. Coupled with her use of marijuana I believe it makes for an inappropriate environment for Aidan to be around.

Aside from that there is the issue of Prostitution. She confessed to me that she had/has been prostituting herself and that her pimp and his lawyer had been harassing her about wanting more services in exchange for not “throwing” her court case. She confessed giving an “audition” to the pimp to audition for the “part”. And she could not give me a specific count as to how many “johns” where involved during this period. There where advertisements posted on the internet soliciting sex for 200 dollars an hour. I know this because she told me. These are her “confessions”. I must tell you that she told me that at first she just advertised for gratuitous sex with complete strangers. No strings attached. I asked her if she didn’t think that immoral or dangerous. She has no regrets and says she hurt no one in the process. I believe she puts herself and her son in danger.

Besides that there are hidden stashes of sex toys and lingerie throughout the apartment and pipes and paraphernalia. I don’t drink or smoke pot. I know they are not mine. And I have never seen the lingerie on her myself. Again, an inappropriate environment for a 4 year old. And the only reason I am writing this is for Aidan’s well being and safety.

There is a constant flow of male visitors in and out of her apartment and sometimes while Aidan is there. She didn’t think that I knew. But I actually do. I won’t discuss how here in this letter. But trust me there is more to it than all this.

I (and her brother Jeff) had discussed this and we suspect that her business of “healthwellnessguru” doing body talk is simply a front for her prostitution and the clients that go with it. There all men and she has always refused to talk about any of them with me or discuss their treatment or names.

In the next section I have cut and pasted the emails that Jeff and I have exchanged along with the names of the pimp (Tim) and the lawyer Marcus. I believe she’s still in touch with them and doing business as usual.

Aidan is the issue here. Lynn is an adult and she has no remorse about the things she’s done. And really that’s nobody’s business but her’s.

If you have any questions you can email me at: cesaralexandri@hotmail.com

And I would be willing to testify for you if you need it.

Good luck and sorry we never got to spend any time,

cesar

Then he reported me to CPS.

And more threats:

i am not stopping until you're arrested.

And then he threatened to get my son taken away from me:

i am going to make it my mission to make sure you loose hime in court.

pretty mean huh....?

suffer

wait till i drop off my note to scott at hie apartment...

Then he emails my brother:

after 6 months of torture, i thought you would like to know... she did sell
herself for 200 per session and i think she enjoyed it.

i have some pictures.

Four voicemails in all, the third said this:

Yeah, I’m gonna be so fucking vindictive, as you like to call me, it’s gonna scare the shit outta you. Scare the fucking shit outta you. Scare the shit outta you. Do you hear me? Scare the shit outta you. I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, you bitch.

I don't respond well to suicide threats. I considered calling the police. Then I decided to email his friend and ask her and her husband to help. He's fallen off the wagon and needs a friend, but it's clear there's nothing I can do.

Then the phone calls start.

At first I tried talking to him. I told him I don't respond to suicide threats, told him to phone a friend. He told me he was binging, was out drinking, was going to drink until he was either in jail or dead. He called again and asked me if I wanted to go have a drink with him. Uh, no. I was having major cramps, that time of the month, don't ya know. In fact, I think I was having a miscarriage. No biggie, I have an IUD in, it's not uncommon, just more painful than the usual monthly PMS. Then he got mad at me because I wouldn't come drinking with him. Hadn't I just tied one on the night before? Hell no! So he starts yelling at me, telling me what a selfish bitch I am.

I stop answering the phone. I stop replying to emails.

Then the suicide threat:

yeah... you're right as ususal...not well.

i loaded my shot gun and stared at it for 1 hour...still tryig to figure
that one out... still lookig...

the neibors are bangin on the roof... still haven't gotten any sleep ...

cant handle this

So I reply:

beating yourself up isn't going to help. i just needed to stop, things were
spiraling out of control. we are in no shape to 'fix' things right now.
let's rest, regroup, and reconvene later.

Then the emails start:

I am a fuck up. the harder i try the more i fuck up.

i came home and had a glass of wine. iI confess. am sorry i let you down.
that was not my intention.

i am truly sorry.

i hope your day got a whole lot better than how it started...

c

On Sunday, 18 September 2005, Cesar got up to go to the bathroom after only 4hrs sleep. When I heard him coming back, I got up to go, too. I came back to discover him sprawled across the bed so I tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to move over. At this, he flew off the handle and out of the bed ranting at me about how I screamed at him and how he had been sleeping on that side of the bed all night. I could hardly believe my ears and, realizing how little sleep we'd gotten after a night out dancing, I chose not to engage. Instead, I went out to get the newspaper and climbed back into bed. He came back to bed so I moved to the couch. He came out to the living room and began lecturing me about how thoughtless and inconsiderate I was for drinking around him knowing he's a recovering alcoholic. ????? I moved back into the bedroom.

He left.

I lay contentedly on the couch doing my Sunday crossword, watching football in my bathrobe drinking coffee. Absolute bliss!!!!!

He came back.

Here we go again. My turn. I can't live with this, I tell him. I mean, if you wake up like this on occasion and I'm only with you half the days in a week, how often do you really wake up like this? I can't live with you knowing you do this. I can't think about moving in with you. I have a child to think about.

He thinks I'm breaking up with him. No, just telling you how I feel. This isn't okay with me. I can't handle it. It's stressful. So, he breaks up with me.

Fine, whatever, this is only like the umpteenth time, I'm used to it.

He leaves.

Has this ever happened to you?

My boyfriend and I had a fight. He got so mad, he set out on a mission to ruin my life.

Cesar Alexandri Cordero
12709 23rd Ave NE
Seattle, WA 98125
DOB 7 March 1960
cesaralexandri@hotmail.com