Get out your rock ‘n roll shoes! CMT’s February release of Sun Records, the story of the creation of rock n’ roll, promises to be a big hit for country music fans! For me, however, it’s the story of heinous, callous and personally harmful deceit; a treachery that stole food right out of the mouths of both my child and me, and caused indescribable pain.
Susan Aberbach and Hill & Range Songs reaped the greatest return from the music of the 50s and 60s. Hill & Range was the publisher for most Sun Records releases, including those of Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins and Jerry Lee Lewis. They owned about 75% of the music that came out of Nashville and the greatest share of top Billboard Hits in that era. Songs like Yakkity Yak, Love Potion Number 9, This Magic Moment, Poison Ivy, Save the Last Dance for Me, and on and on, were just some of the many Hill & Range Songs. Ms. Aberbach is also the adulterous woman who enabled my husband, and yes, we were married at the time, to live with her in her 22 room, duplex mansion on 5th Avenue, while he defrauded me of child support.
In his sworn deposition, Aberbach’s boy toy claimed he was homeless and sleeping on the sofa in his mother’s apartment. He claimed that he’d taken a bus to NYC from FL for our deposition. He couldn’t remember the time he’d arrived or the color of the bus. He didn’t remember a single stop on the route.
With no proof of his actual living conditions, I was awarded child support in the amount of $30 per week, barely enough to diaper my child’s bottom. And BTW, he barely paid child support for 6 years and was a total, utter deadbeat for another 11 years.
My ex husband’s callous disregard for the welfare of our child gouged a colossal hole in my pocket that has never been repaired. He and Aberbach simply play the condescending and heartless game that I’m some kind of crazy woman for actually holding him responsible for a reasonable share of his child’s upbringing. For those of you who have suffered the hardship of dealing with a Machiavellian narcissist, I’m sure you can recognize his gas lighting, defaming game.
Does this elegantly dressed man look like he can’t afford his share of putting braces on his child’s teeth? If he couldn’t, perhaps he should have traded in the late model Porsche Carrera he was driving at the time in order to do so; behavior the judge would likely have compelled had he been honest in his deposition. But neither then, nor now, does the publisher of #Elvis and other #SunRecords artists, or her kept man, make any effort to right the wrongs they committed.
Carnal Abuse by Deceit contains the entire story. Writing it was a catharsis. And I published it to help society understand what really happens to people when they get scammed by an emotional predator, and to attempt to recover some of the financial losses I suffered at his hands. The process of writing enabled me to come to grips with the emotional harm he dealt, even to the extent that I’ll happily dance to Elvis’s music when I watch Sun Records, something I could not have done for a long, long time.
If you’ve fallen prey to a romance scam, or been victimized by an emotional predator, I truly believe reading my story can help you heal! And it’s an eye-opener for 50’s, 60’s era music fans!
Carnal Abuse By Deceit, How a Predator’s Lies Became Rape
