I have written up quite a bit in reference to Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr of which whom whether certain would want to believe or not, I was not a willing participant in that relationship. How so, might one ask? Here are a few examples to take into consideration:
1). My now dead-ex-husband when he was a live before the final separation had put me on the stair portion of the garage in my house in San Antonio Texas after having a few conversations with me letting me know his demands, and when the last beating of that conversation left me on the floor completely bloodied; I finally said “If you will stop hitting me, fine.” After being cleaned up and then my now dead-ex-husband contact Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr to get over to my house was when I was put on the stairs for the two of them to point out each physical flaw of mine, including all of the marking I was working to heal within my flesh because of the conversation. Does that sound consensual to be a part of that, or does that come across that if I did not accept such I would continue to be beaten? I think that is quite clear, I would have dealt with being beaten some more. As the two of them had continued to discuss their arrangements as to what was and was not acceptable, I was then informed if I disobeyed; my now dead-ex-husband would have another conversation until I listened properly.
2). If I did not participate in what was requested of me, then Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr would then inform my now dead-ex-husband of what I did not comply to; and then another conversation would occur. It did not matter where I was or who I was with at the time, if I did not comply; then I would deal with the consequences thereof.
3). If I spoke out at the time the two of them already had discussed what they would tell the police, as my medical records proved my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury after effects and since both of them looked normal compared to me; they discussed how they would easily get away with anything, and how they would get me behind locked doors in a police cell if I attempted to get any help. You can refer to how the proposal occurred after I found out I was pregnant with my son and what my now dead-ex-husband would do if I tried to run away, and what would occur along the way.
4). If there is any further disbelief in such when at Camp Swift or Camp Mabry when I saluted the American Flag, the soldiers who were graduating, and those who had served the country of the United States of America who were in attendance during the National Anthem afterwards when my then in full final separation had been finalized as he moved out of my house and got his own apartment though still kept informing of what was and was not acceptable in such; my then ex-husband ran over to where I stood with my son, my daughter, and Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr to yell at me for having the nerve to salute the American Flag and the Unit during the National Anthem as Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr agreed, and stood with as they called each other Brothers in Arms. The car ride from the base to Bennigan’s and then the meal at Bennigans had continued their discussion about how stupid I looked saluting, the UCMJ regulations of the uniform aspects, as well as how the two of them agreed they thought I had no right to salute the American Flag.
5). After my then ex-husband had left to go to Iraq and then returned to San Antonio Texas after the injuries, Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr discussed how I had been while he was in Iraq and I was reminded that arrangement. However as soon as I moved to Carrollton Texas, Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr thought that there was an invitation when there was not; yet because of my ex-sister-in-law Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez saying Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr was always welcome where she was, he somehow thought that was an invitation to the area of Dallas/Fort Worth where I lived with my children in Carrollton Texas when it was not.
6). Since I could not figure out who to ask or who to speak with as well as the knowledge of what Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr had planned with my then and now dead-ex-husband about what would occur if I attempted to discuss anything of their wrong doings, all I could think to do was whenever Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr would wear that 151 Road Warrior T-Shirt was ask him if he was sure he wanted to wear that in public; and then have him proudly speak about what he was proud to do during the Fiesta San Antonio event during the MadMax movie even at the Alamo Drafthouse as hoping someone would be able to figure out, who they could speak with about such and then I could be free from him. I had already ended the relationship well before getting into SCUBA Diving as one can refer to the pictures for my children and I for Christmas 2008 as I am the way I am about family portraits, and at that time I would have if that were the case; though the pictures very much show, I never viewed as such.
7). I had to literally pack all of Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr’s belongings I could find with the exception of the technology stuff, to then drive him back to San Antonio Texas to get rid of him. He admitted several times well before Christmas 2008 pictures he knew I would never marry him, and he knew I did not want to be with him at all.
Is that enough to prove as such? Whatever would cause someone like that to think there would be any want, need, or desire to continue is beyond my understanding. I hope this is clear for that individual and those similarly like him, I would not want a relationship at all in that manner. If Cactus Jack AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr did not get the memo back in 2008 that there was no chance of anything further, then hopefully these words clarify in full.
If there were those who did not understand the situation at the time, does that clarify things for you fully now? The only way I would ever want to see that individual is on the other side of a court system, where I watched him getting handcuffed and taken away. Otherwise I could do without ever seeing or being anywhere near someone as him, for the rest of my life. I doubt I would be in a good mood near him, in the slightest.