Jordan Gelerman Crashing Out

He posted this on his facebook. Same guy from the infamous incident.

First of all I am incredibly disturbed and have been by all of this for a long long time, 8 years or so to be exact. Second of all, I don’t even know where to begin this story, but it revolves around my mother, the mother of my son, and my former employee “funga” who many of you know, some or the others, there are many other characters to the story but these are the main 3 for now. A lot of you guys have been wondering and asking me. Jordan, where are you? Are you ok? What is going on? Etc etc. well, tonight a straw broke a camels back. And I am finally ready to explain it to the world, openly and without a filter on it. And that straw that broke that camels back was a dead chicken in a bag, wrapped in rags left on my front patio. And that chicken was left, by the mother of my son (Armentha Metellus) Edward gelerman who is 4.5 years old, and I interpret that chicken, as a death threat. Her name is Armentha Metellus, born in Haiti, raised in Florida, and many of you know and have met “Tarah” personally over the years, and know, she’s something special.

So, let’s begin the long story short for you guys about each main character and how this has made me appear to be “crazy” as many of you have called me to my face lately, or similar comparisons to crazy, and alls I have to say you guys, is I am certainly not crazy. In fact I see everything with flawless precision, even when under the influence of cannabis or alcohol. I’m always watching and listening, and piecing puzzles together that almost seem impossible to figure out. This one included. So, let’s begin with the main character here. Armentha Metellus.

Armentha Metellus baby trapped me approx 5.5 years ago, there I said it. She knew I wasn’t ready and forced my hand. I treated her beautifully well year after year, but this was never enough and she had always forced my hand into attempting me to have another baby with her, marry her, and she consistently bombarded me with verbal assaults day after day, week after week, year after year, for at least the past 6 years. Escalating violence to the highest degree in front of our son, consistently year after year. Physical assaults included, where she would attempt to break doors down to get to me, claw at me, grab at my private parts, slap me punch me and everything under the sun you can name. She has threatened to kil* me, kil* my mother, and kil* my son, if I were to ever go for 100% custody of him thru court. Well guess what, I am doing that now, and all of a sudden a dead chicken is found on my front porch, and I have no doubt it was her, due to conclusive other evidence we have found in my house from her that has all been documented and sent to my attorney long ago. So, the moral of “Tarah’s” story here, is that if myself, my new girlfriend yesica, or Edward my son, end up dead or hurt, or anything along those lines, I know who the culprit is, it is, Armentha Metellus, the mother of my son.

Our second subject of this tale. Celina gelerman, my mother. Over the last 6 weeks, I’ve actively been fighting Armentha Metellus, thru court, and to evict her from my home. My mother knows this, and knows I am beyond stressed so much so, that I called myself an ambulance approx 2 weeks ago, as I thought I was on the cusp of a heart attack. Thankfully I was not, and did not has one, so I am fine, but it sure did feel like it. Anyways, my mother knows, I love my new girlfriend yesica to death. I’ve told her hundreds of times, treat this woman right, she can wipe our butts some day. Why do you think I would have to tell this to my own mother over and over again? It is because I know how she can treat people, especially if she views them, as below herself. My new girlfriend (of 6 months, so not so new) yesica is an amazing woman. Attentive, loving, caring and treats my son and I, like two kings. Something my

Mother knows. So, why did my mother team up, with my employee funga, and a legitimate full time prostitu**, to work against me and yesica in tandem, to drive her out of my home? Well? The answer to that is I have no idea, but I do. Unfortunately for my mom, she doesn’t understand her role around her, and that’s my son’s grandma. Nothing more or less. Her inputs, low blows, and harsh critiques are no

Longer welcome in my home. Yesica is an amazing woman mom, why say cruel, horrible and belittling things to her face, and then team and up with an employee I pay, and a hook**? To make her feel bad? Well, you guys did. Very bad actually, so much so, I almost had to take her to the hospital as well, due to her heart murmur, that was not looking good from this stress. It’s was beyond cruel, and the things you said to her face, behind my back and in my home against my orders are fully unforgivable and beyond cruel, why hurt a woman, that just wants to love me and your grandson???

And as far as mr funga. I was amazing to you, was I not? You would always say yourself, im the only man in your life, that gave you tips. I put a 300 gram gold chain on your neck, and a 116710ln ceramic gmt on your wrist, within the last 10 days. And what did you do to me as well? Disobey my orders, and become blinded by a hooker. I knew the who** was stealing Yesica’s watch funga, I even offered to pay you, to bring it back to me. But you stood there, in front of myself, and my girlfriend yesica, and insisted it was impossible she did that. Well, guess what funga, not only did that hook** you ran off with, that tried to extort me into renting the two of you an apartment in Miami together on my dime take her Rolex, her first Rolex I gifted to her, that had tremendous sentimental to value to her, as you knew, that you easily could have assisted us in getting back, BUT you also helped her load up all my kitchen appliances into your white m series bmw now didn’t you??? Because funga, where are all of my pots and pants and kitchen utensils ? You know where they are, and they aren’t with me.

So, I’m sorry if this all sounds very odd and strange, well, that is because it is. And I assure everyone in my life, this is the extremely long story short. I’m sure I can type for 48 hours and not be done, but I don’t care to, or have the time to, as this story of my last 8 years, paints enough of a picture to understand why I’ve had some problems on my hands. A spade is a spade, and I am a victim

Of domestic abuse and have been for a really long time, I am just tired of keeping my mouth shut, and I believe the world should know that if something ever were to happen to my perfect little family over here, that the perpetrator is without a question in

My head, Armentha Metellus. The dead chicken on my front door step tonight, says it all now doesn’t it?

And lastly, I want to make something very clear. This is no cry for help, this, is simply the answers to everyone’s questions about where I have been and what’s been going on.

I love you all, my family and I will be just fine, we are incredibly strong and as you all know, I have battled many hard battles and have always been just fine. I will keep everyone posted as far as when I’m working again, and, call or message any time, I’ll get back to everyone as I can.

I know it’s a long read, but it surely is interesting, and that’s the tip of the iceberg, when it comes to the “intimate details” of it all.

Sorry this is long you guys, it just has to be said. I am sick and tired of holding it in, and everyone has been asking what’s going on and what’s happening, well this is it, and many details have been left off, as they don’t matter, this is the long story short.

And once more, if anything happens to myself, my son Edward gelerman, or my girlfriend yesica, it was indeed.

Armentha Metellus. Aka, Tarah.

***and lastly you guys, since this post is unfiltered and true as can be, might as well add this. Yes, yes, I did lose my mind, just for a little bit you guys, but, I never have or fully will lose it. I was up for 60 days, 0-4 hours sleep per night, often 0 for up to 3 days in a row consistently. So, I would say I did come down with legitimate psychosis, just for a moment or two there, induced by temendous stress and sleeping 2-3 hours a night for 60 days in a row*** and that is no exaggeration my girlfriend watched it all, and worried, for months***

Everyone around me knew this, yet those closest to me kept pushing me over the edge (yet again color me shocked) Hence, this post.

And yes you guys, I learned the lesson I’ve learned a hundred times, and not only will my circle remain tight, it will remain closed.

And my last input in regards to my mother. And why she has to stay away indefinitely if she can not change. My girlfriend yesica, has a heart problem. And it’s a legitimate one. I felt her heart pounding out of her chest, after my mom low blowed her all day long behind my back in OUR home. She didn’t even want to tell me, and finally had to, as it can legitimately be the end of her. She’s a great woman, one who has stuck with me thru hell, yet, she hasn’t seen heaven with me yet. So, I will not allow my mother to bully her around, as she is not going anywhere, something I’ve already made precise to my mother. I almost had to take the poor young lady to the hospital for a heart attack two days ago, after calling an ambulance for myself two weeks ago. And yet my mother can take zero accountability, nor has she replied to any of my messages, detailing what she did wrong. And this, is why she made the essay.

Sorry for all the “last inputs” but I had a lot to say, and do have a lot more to say, that can not be put on Facebook.

And, the creepiest part of it all, we have a restraining order in place against Tarah, aka Armentha Metellus, and she still went out of her way to deliver the “I will ki** you” message via the dead chicken, and she knows this alone can send her to jail. She is extremely dangerous and violent.

Also, if you google her name, and Florida, her mugshot comes up for assaulting me the other week in front of my child’s preschool, and alls I have to say to that mugshot, is if you want to see the eyes of a “kille* google her name… “Armentha Metellus milfranc” because whenever I see that mugshot, and those eyes, they send a chill up my spine, as I know what she, and those eyes are capable of.

And, those eyes, are not the eyes I looked into 8 years ago, they are very different today. And they will haunt me, indefinitely.

Sorry for all the last inputs last inputs, I had a lot to say.

And mind you, we were never married.

***final input, funga and his hooke* cracked my tv in my living room before they took off from my home, we just turned it on now to find a crack all the way thru the tv*** thanks for the appreciation funga

***all data of the night of the chicken has been deleted off of our surveillance system and the only one who had access to this system is Armentha Metellus***

***new system is already implemented***