Jason Paul Crockett Idiotic, felon, abusive, junkie, alcoholic, dead-beat father of 4, about to have another one! Willow Alaska

This jerk, this huge, elusive, self-seving jerk has always been a jerk. I've known him since the beginning of my own awareness in life and should have never had anything to do with him, but those were dark times, and I was abusing myself. 

Three children in, we (or I, actually) ended it in 2005, after 5 years of lies, betrayel, empty and broken promises, cheating, and living in 3 different states. We lived in utter poverty, barely making it through month to month, because drinking and drugging took presidence, in his mind. When he convinced me to trust him as the man in my life, he promised me that he made good money as a carpenter, which was true, as long as he worked. As it turns out, carpenters do not work steadily, and he was lucky to work 3 months out of the year at all. But, since he is A-1 jerk of the world, he would not accept work that paid less than $20 per hour, at the time. So, I had to work, and once did so at 3 different jobs at the same time- no joke. To make this d****ebag happy, I left for one job before the Alaskan sun came up in the morning, and returned home when it already went down, becuase he told me it was always a dream of his to be a stay-at-home dad. Was he happy? No. Nothing I did ever made him happy, and as it turns out, he was even leaving our small children home alone while I was at work so he could go to the small-town bar. It was hinted to me that he was looking for drugs behind my back, too. 

So, after one particularily venomuous fight after I spent $1 (I s**t you not) of my hard earned money on a t-shirt off the clearance rack, I ended the relationship, choosing to leave for one week and not return to the home until he was gone. I took my children with me, all 4 I had in my care. Ending that tumultuous relationship was the most freeing thing I have ever done, a relationship which I could go on and on about, filling pages with the despair it brought me, but I'll save myself, and you, the reader, the rest of the gory details. Just know that by ending the nightmare I took it upon myself to raise the three children that we brought into the world, and the 2 others I already had, all alone, and it was not an easy road. That is why I stayed with a piece of s**t like him for so long; I was scared of the task I faced of supporting all of these children financially.

And did dead-beat, a**hole ever help contribute to their needs? You bet not. Immediately after our break up, he began to do coke with the fat, local w***e who would take him in so he could service her sexual needs. He never looked back. When I advised him I could no longer keep up with life in Alaska, the rent being unaffordable, and that I was taking the kids and moving to my Mom's in Wisconsin, he didn't even bother to say goodbye. 

Fast forward a year and you'll find me doing pretty well on my own, living with my mom in Wisconsin. I had a social life (something I had been deprived of the 5 years I lived with him), was in college, and holding down a steady job in a Montessori school. Well, guess who wanted to come crawling back, and guess who was stupid enough to let him? That's right, me. I took this loser, freak back into my life on his word that he wanted to make our family work and couldn't live without us. Oh my god, ladies, if anyone is reading this that can even begin to relate to the kind of abusive man I'm talking about here (alcohol, heroin, meth abuse), DON'T EVER TAKE HIM BACK!!! This repulsive cur of a man stepped off that plane with a jones in his bones and the worst attitude anyone could ever expect out of another human being. He failed to tell me that during the year we were apart, while I was trying to clean up my life, he was busy partying at sex parties, doing cocaine, and drinking heavily and daily. His attitude was sh** and even though I bought him a truck, my aunt procured him a local construction job in a time when better men were travelling hours for work, he didn't care about anything but getting drunk. This culminated in "the ultimate punch-out," a night in February 2006, when he thought it would be great to try to kill me and bash my face in. I live with a crooked eye to this very day, a broken nose, and have suffered recurring migraines ever since.

This POS skipped town after getting bailed out and went back to his crappy life in Alaska, partying with whatever old h*o-bag (all of his ex-girlfriends were far older than him) would have him. During this time, he actually told me that he was not meant to be a father, was no good for the kids to be around, and wished me luck with them. He was meant to be a rock star, according to his inner-child, I guess. What a piece of work. And his mommy still supports him, still throws her arms around him and calls him her "baby boy," this child and woman abusing, piece of s**t.

Anyway, this stupid fool ends up doing half an iota better for himself in life, apparently due to getting another tattoo, this one running the length of his forearm with the statement "determined." While doing this minute and a half's worth of "better," HE, and I repeat again for emphasis, HE set himself up with the child support agent to pay over $900 per month for our 3 children. Well, immediately after telling me and her and whoever else that he was doing so well, what do you think happened, but the ball dropped again and he began struggling, never even having the ability to pay the $965 per month. He soon thereafter blew his hand apart during some kind of on-the-job accident involving a morter round, genius, eh? So, now this aging d*uchebag has one hand, no ability to perform as a carpenter, like he used to, and now has himself a girlfriend (can never get married as he's still married to his first wife whom he also can't divorce because they were too high on meth to remember what date they got married in the first place, or some such s**t) who owns a couple of thrift stores in their small town of Willow, Alaska. I assume he mooches off of her, or works under the table, but as of today he owes over $37,000 in back child support and these workers don't do anything to enforce the law. I don't even think they've taken his license away. The new girl in his life had one miscarriage already, the last lady friend had a miscarriage AND an abortion, and now she's due to deliver him another son in January. Mine, I guess, was just not good enough for him. 

He hasn't seen the three kids we share genes with in 7 years, save for one brief week- long trip at Christmas time my oldest daughter took, which was even a mistake because he treated her poorly during it. She has no desire to go back and I have no desire to send any of my kids up there, ever, period. If they're stupid enough to access this guy when they turn 18, well, I can't help them with that.

My main complaint is that in a town with a total population of around 1,600 people, and a girlfriend who owns what is probably one of the busiest stores in the economically depleted area, the thrift store, the professionals at the Alaska Child Support Division "can't find him" to serve him all of this fancy, court-generated, signed by a judge paperwork that they like to deliver me copies of. They can't even live up to the promise to "compel" him to apply for the PFD through incarceration until he does comply. If he was to apply for the PFD (which is basically free money awarded to every resident yearly) my kids would, at least, get around $1,000 per year out of him, but he can't even be bothered to do that for them.

So, to wrap this up, we here have a guy who has spent the better part of the last 12 miserable years I have had the misfortune of being involved with him in drinking, buying rounds for the entire skanky Alaskan bars, knocking up various other woman (bar skags), and doing drugs (shooting meth), instead of supporting any of his adorable kiddos. And the agency that is charged with righting his wrongs "can't find him" amongst the horrendously large popluation of 1,600 people in Willow, Alaska. 

The good part of this story is that I did find a man worth his salt, and my kids are turning out just fine, and have a shot in life. This intelligent gentleman works every day of the week and freely gives every cent of his income to support the kids who biologically belong to the above named creep. He deserves a "hero of the year award" but instead gets treated with a lack of respect, since he's not their biological father. So it goes, we carry on, and I hope daily to see some type of payment on my child support account, but there is never anything. 

I caution all women to avoid the above named creep, should he ever break up with "his angel," "his mermaid" up there in Willow, Alaska. He has hurt so many women, and children. Proceed with caution at his promises and charm!