Ann Gayma Talkpa-Rosenblum's assault on Judith Rosenblum (2017) and Stealing of Custody of Balthazar

 

First I'll give some back story that led up to the assault on my mom, but if you want to skip ahead, you can scroll down to the section in bold.

From Jan. 18, 2015 until late 2016, I (Joel Rosenblum) had primary custody of my son, Balthazar, and Ann (a.k.a Ellie aka Leighe Ann Talkpa-) Rosenblum (my wife at the time) had supervised visitation, because she had tried to kill me by choking, and served 3 months in jail, then another year in a halfway house. She justified choking me because I "wouldn't listen to her." But then during her time in the psych ward she wrote a lovely, seemingly honest apology to me. In retrospect tho, she claims it was not an assault against me but rather a simple fight between spouses, and that her apology letter was written dishonestly only because she knew I wanted to see something like that.

While we were together, I was forced to involuntarily commit Ann to psych wards at least half a dozen times due to mania, tho she saw it as me just trying to ruin her life. In point of fact, a couple of those times she was suicidal and I saved her life. Here is (just one of) her psychiatric diagnosis documents that was provided to me by her lawyer in court, showing that she suffers from manic episodes with psychotic features. It also lists various medications, which she almost never took. Every psychiatrist she saw while I was with her gave her different diagnoses. She claimed in court, despite this document, to suffer only from depression.

On Sept. 25th, 2016, she again held me prisoner and abused me, but this time police said I couldn't file charges because there were no visible injuries. She then went to Women Against Abuse and got their attorney convinced that I was the real abuser. She tried to get a PFA against me, but the judge believed me over her. 

I was frightened and felt there was no limit to Ann's vindictive, insane violence, so I did the only thing that I felt might appease her, and I gave her primary custody of our son. Things went fairly smooth from then on as I stopped spending nights at Ann's house. 

But then, on June 9th, Ann decided to go manic, saying, "I knew that when I had my fill of suffering I would step up to the plate." That day she took $1500 from me, and started some type of porno business as part of her mania. She texted me finally at 3:30a.m. telling me everything was perfect. I said no, it's not perfect and I don't want you near our son while in this state. 

The next day she broke my mom's screen door and injured our son, as he was leaning on the door. She took him while screaming that my mom should die and my mom should never see our son again. I had DHS on the phone while this happened, but the only thing DHS did was make some note somewhere which seems to have gotten buried in the archives.

That same night, Ann brought our son back to my mom's house barefoot. She couldn't find his shoes, and she needed to sleep for a few days, she said. She was with one of her new "employees."

On June 13th, Ann picked up our son from daycare. She then spent all day texting me and my friends & family about her delusions regarding my family and she left messages on my mom's answering machine about my mom poisoning her, me, and our son. 

Close to midnight on June 13th, Ann forced her way into my mom's house and beat up my mom within a span of minutes and then left. Luckily, my mom's house guest was present and later testified to what happened.

Luckily (again), Ann's mom, Eliza, managed to rescue our son before he was put into great danger by being cared for by Ann during her psychotic episode. Eliza then texted me the next morning, telling me I could come get my son after work at her house in NJ. While on my way down, she texted me again saying don't bother, because he was fine there. Eliza somehow convinced herself that Ann was not in fact as psycho as it seemed, and maybe I was the psycho one or maybe I was the one causing Ann to seem psycho, or something like that.

I was not allowed to see my son again until July 2nd, when I got police to execute the warrant against Ann for assaulting my mom. 

The scene on July 2nd was absolute madness. After Ann's arrest (which got our son injured as she resisted police), police decided to leave my son with strangers, probably because the custody agreement was drawn up by Women Against Abuse, and they misread it repeatedly, thinking it said I had supervised visitation only. These strangers, Grace and Tracey Dixon, claimed they were Ann's cousins, but in fact they later admitted they had recently met her at the psych ward. 

Luckily, Grace saw how insane Ann was to resist arrest and put our son in the middle of that, so she decided I should have my son back. She even offered to testify for me in court. As we were heading down to the police station, Grace's dad, Dwayne E. Dixon, drove up in his convertible Mercedes, grabbed my son by the neck and violently took him from me, threw him in his car and drove off. Police were eventually able to get him to return, but police refused to arrest him because he claimed he was acting in my son's best interest. The resulting police report was worse than useless, making Dwayne look like almost a good guy, since police never actually saw what Dwayne did nor did they care to interview witnesses that were dying to see justice that night, including Dwayne's daughter Grace.

Police then left my son a second time with the Dixon family. Dwayne by that time had already driven off, and Grace was running away since Dwayne had punched her in the head out in the street and threatened to kill her (for probably the umpteenth time in her life). Grace gave my son to me, and friendly neighbors, who can corroborate Dwayne's violent insanity, drove us back to my mom's house in NW Philadelphia.

Dwayne bailed Ann out of jail the next day (as he warned us he would) and took her to get my son back, but luckily DHS investigator Robyn Kunzekweguta issued a safety plan preventing Ann from getting our son. Unfortunately, Robyn nullified the safety plan only weeks later, inexplicably, via text message. Dwayne later had a fall-out with Ann and left 5 messages on my mom's answering machine, ending in this one, in which he offered to testify against Ann at a custody hearing. Of course, I never took Dwayne up on that offer, because I don't look for help from violent psychos.

I tried to get emergency custody of my son after the assault on my mom, but the custody Master Veola felt that even if Ann beat up my mom, there was not a clear threat to the safety of my son. Remember, this is Philadelphia, not the suburbs.

Ann was unfortunately acquitted on Aug. 23rd by a ridiculous TV-type judge, Karen Yvette Simmons, who got pissed off when my mom didn't hear her instructions regarding sequestration. Ann never testified, but she told me and other witnesses back on June 25th that my mom beat herself up. I guess Ann might really believe that on some level.

Ann's lawyer from Women Against Abuse is defending Ann now in the Protection from Abuse (restraining order) case that my mom has against her. Ironic that Women Against Abuse is helping to justify the abuse of an old woman with stage IV breast cancer by a young woman with documented severe mental issues and a criminal record, but I guess Ann's lawyer really has convinced herself that she is on the right side and is merely avoiding cognitive dissonance. Just as I guess Ann herself has become convinced that she is not a narcissistic abuser.

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I failed to update this web page after more traumatic stuff happened but basically, Ann managed to convince our son's psychologist (Jodie.Antoine@cctckids.org) that she was the good parent and victim of my abuse (despite all the evidence I and my mom presented).  As a result of the recommendation of that psychologist, the judge in the custody case put me on supervised visitation. After one particular supervised visit, Ann somehow brainwashed my son into believing and telling people that I broke his bones. He told me this. I asked him what bones are? He said he didn't know. He didn't know how it felt to break bones either. I told him that this was extremely dangerous for me, and I would not be able to see him anymore as a result of this accusation. 

I ended up moving away, though of course still paying my child support obligation even though it was most of my income, since jail is the only alternative. Ann didn't need the money, since she got free rent from the city due to her mental illness, and free food stamps, plus child support she gets from the father of her adolescent daughter who doesn't even live with her (because Ann's mom doesn't trust Ann to take care of her daughter).  Despite this, Ann started claiming to anyone who might give her money out of pity that I was not paying child support and saying she had no food to feed my son. 

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Please pray for Ann to remember her crimes, confess her crimes, and repent from the selfish tendencies that led up to them. Mental illness cannot be cured with drugs. They are just a very imperfect band-aid to manage symptoms, and even then they only work if the patient takes them. If the patient enjoys the thrill of mania, as Ann has admitted, they will not take the drugs that could block mania.

And please pray for my son, Balthazar Rosenblum, and the rest of my family who live in fear of Ann and her past and potential future accomplices.

You may contact me with any questions or suggestions at: nobodytobe123@gmail.com

Thank you for reading this.