Let me tell you what happens when you trust the wrong person in America.
My name is Curtis. I’m an Army veteran, father, survivor of PTSD, BPD, addiction, homelessness—and I’ve fought harder for this country than most people will ever understand. But in 2023, I made a mistake that almost got me killed:
I trusted Antonella Salvati Spisso.
We met in a mental health hospital. Trauma recognized trauma. She made me believe we had something real. By January, she moved in with me. By February, she tried to suck me into a marriage-for-citizenship scam. She wanted me to marry her ex-mother-in-law so she could stay in the U.S. I said hell no.
That’s when she flipped the script.
Days later, I caught her cheating. I was pissed—I yelled. But I never hit her. Never laid a hand on her. But she took that moment and started building a lie. She told police I was violent. She tried to get me arrested in multiple cities. It didn’t work—because I wasn’t violent. But that didn’t stop her.
From March to October, she continued living with me, eating my food, sleeping in my bed—while lying to police and shelters, telling them I was stalking her. Meanwhile, she was setting me up. She was telling everyone she was in hiding, when she was right beside me every night. She was playing the system like a damn chessboard.
And she had practice.
Turns out, Antonella had a history of prostitution, selling drugs, and abusing battered women’s shelters to get gas vouchers, food, and clothes—even while she was living in my house rent-free. She’d go to shelters and lie about being abused just to get free supplies. I’ve got documented proof of all of it. Every. Single. Thing.
In October 2023, she ghosted me. Disappeared. She knew I’d try to reach out. She baited me. Set me up. And when I messaged her—boom—she called it stalking. Then two weeks later, she sent me a Bible app friend request.
Does that sound like someone terrified of me?
January 2024—I get arrested. But not by real cops. They came to my door pretending to be maintenance workers. No warrant. No Miranda. Just pure setup.
In court? My court-appointed lawyer didn’t show. So I went pro se. Represented myself.
I tore her affidavit apart. Every line was a lie. I have proof. She committed aggravated perjury—and I can prove it line by line.
But in February 2025, the DA and the court-appointed lawyer coerced me into a plea. They dropped the charge to a misdemeanor harassment charge. But the damage? It was already done.
Even with the case reduced, I still can’t get a job. Every employer sees the arrest, not the truth.
Meanwhile?
She’s still free. Still undocumented. Still lying. Still getting away with it.
And since then, things have gotten deadly.
I’ve received death threats, including graphic images of severed heads meant to scare me into silence.
One night, a neighbor high off the lies about me pulled a gun on me in the apartment complex.
The cops? Did nothing.
While riding my Harley-Davidson, I was shot at. Two bullets hit my backpack. That was inches from being my funeral.
I’ve sent everything documents, screenshots, messages, videos to Homeland Security, ICE, the FBI, DOJ, the Texas AG and you know what I got back? Nothing. Not a single callback. Not one person willing to step up.
They let her commit perjury.
They let her manipulate the system.
They let her frame a U.S. veteran and nearly get him killed.
This isn’t just my story.
This is a warning.
This is what happens when you speak the truth and the system wants silence.
You want to know how people snap? How they lose faith in law and order? THIS. RIGHT. HERE.
I have documented proof of everything. I’m not just shouting into the void I’ve got receipts.
And now I want the world to see them.
Share this. Blow it up.
Tag the DOJ, ICE, the FBI, whoever you think needs to see this.
Because I’ve tried every quiet route.
And I’m still standing. Still clean. Still fighting.
But I won’t stay silent anymore.
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