Evidence Judge Susan Weaver Does Not Want the Public to Hear

Judge Susan Weaver held a kangaroo court on March 17, 2022.

I was a named defendant, but Judge Weaver forbid me from making objections, testifying and cross examining the one witness, Micheal Pietrczak.

I Brought a box full of evidence to submit at the trial. I was not allowed to present any of it.

Here is one video that is a conversation between me and Mr. Pietrczak.

You may want to read the back story first.

Back Story:

I fell in love with a recovering alcoholic around Christmas 2009.

He claimed to love me and considered me his “wife”.

He was really committing fraud on me. I was a devout Christian, had assets worth about a million dollars and was 10 years older than Mike Pietrczak. He was living in a halfway house and was on probation after serving time for a felony conviction when we met.

After a year or two together, Pietrczak started drinking again. The day his probation was over, he started chain smoking weed. After years of hell, six years after we met, I broke up with Pietrczak. (I use his last name because I am married to a wonderful man now, and his name is also Mike.)

Using my capital and my brains, we accumulated assets of about $250,000. Plus, I still had my initial investment property, a share in an LLC that had increased in value to about $1.4M. I offered, and Pietrczak agreed to split the $250,000 50/50. We each had a car or truck and ATV in our name. But we had put our home in Witts Spring in Pietrczak’s name.

During the months leading up to my decision to breakup, Pietrczak agreed to gift the land and house to a trust. I was the beneficiary of the trust. We made a mortgage agreement between the trust and Pietrczak.

The mortgage agreement was void from the start for technical reasons. But I intended to make good on my promise to split the property with Pietrczak 50/50. If we broke up, one of us would keep the property and the other would get $75,000 or half the mortgage payment. Obviously Mr. Pietrczak could not come up with $75,000 in a lump sum, but anyone who could fog up a mirror could come up with $650 per month for a mortgage payment.

Our last days as a couple, Pietrczak got drunk and drove to Falling Water, a campsite. I drove separately. I wanted to see what he did on his drunken drive-abouts.

It was scary. It was dark and he was senseless. I was afraid for my life. I managed to convince him to let me leave.

The next morning, Pietrczak was on the property, but did not come into the house.

He had driven his truck too fast in 4WD and had to have it towed.

Without coming in to talk with me, he drove off on his ATV.

The next morning, at about 4 a.m., Pietrczak came into our cabin. He had blood dripping from his ear. His collar bone was jutting out, like it was broken. His foot was swollen.

I offered to call an ambulance. He said not to.

After falling asleep for a few hours, Pietrczak changed his mind about going to a hospital. He did not want to pay for the ambulance, so he asked me to drive him about an hour and forty-five minutes to Conway.

Of course, I complied. But I determined right then that I would not continue in this relationship unless Pietrczak agreed to go to a residential treatment program for his substance abuse.

Pietrczak was transferred to UAMS. It was that day that I learned that my partners in the LLC wanted to sell the shopping center it owned. I knew I would receive a big chunk of change after the sale.

I was willing to pay for Pietrczak to go to the program of his choice, anywhere in the world. But I was smart enough to not tell him that I was going to receive this substantial sum of money. His decision should be based on his desire to give up the wildlife he lived when high. Not on staying with moneybags.

Pietrczak decided against rehab.

Instead, he tried to convince me to pay him $75,000 for my half of the Witts Springs property. Many years later I obtained a letter Pietrczak handwrote and signed. He told his father that he was going to commit suicide. Another cryptic note I obtained, Pietrczak referred to suicide, whiskey, a rope and a tree.

His dad was instructed to collect the $75,000 from me, and then to have an attorney named William Zac White file a suit for many times that against me.

Pietrczak did not commit suicide successfully. He did “fall” from a tall tree at his dad’s house and was left a paraplegic.

The Pietrczak’s and Mr. White went forward with their attempt to take hundreds of thousands of dollars from me through a lawsuit.

Judge Susan Kaye Weaver, Searcy County Circuit Court, Arkansas awarded hundreds of thousands of dollars, basically a blank check, to Pietrczak and attorney William Zac White. I was eventually dismissed from the case, after Judge Weaver tortured me for almost a year. But she did not dismiss the unrepresented trust that held the rest of the assets I intended to retire on.

I lost a shitload of money in the stock market COVID-crash in March 2020. I had diversified by holding onto some real estate, but I did not move the real estate in the trust into my own name. I was afraid that if I did, Judge Weaver would call it a fraudulent transfer and have me tried for that crime.

Judge Susan Weaver would not allow me to play this tape in court. She would not allow me to say anything during the “trial” where she determined that I wrote and filed a bunch of documents that she determined were “void ab initio” and that I had no right to the Witts Spring home that was originally purchased with my money.

If you know any voters or politicians in Arkansas, send a link to them. Susan Kaye Weaver should be incarcerated. She should not be given the opportunity to tranfer ownership of property from unrepresented old people’s trusts.

Thank you.