Thursday, February 28, 2019

Katie Rost Continues Tirade on Ex Husband


Over the past few weeks former Real Housewives of Potomac cast mate Katie Rost has been making shocking claims of sexual, physical and emotional abuse against her ex husband Dr. James Orsini, despite a gag order surrounding the case [click here if you missed that].

Katie adds more fuel to the fire...




Today is my sons birthday. Someday he will find out how hard his mother, me, fought to bring him into this world and to keep him in my life. My deepest prayer is he knows it on a level past the words and deeds of the evil abuser that has assaulted me, degraded me and my family and who continues to campaign to separated him from a whole African American family that loves him passionately and prayerfully. Someday my son will find out that I stupidly never believed in racism. Now I do thanks to my abuser. That bubble, that idealistic world has popped for me. James Rocco, Your Mimi and your godmother Darlene, your Uncle Del and Aunt Linda and your friends and family who you have been ripped away from are fighting to see you every day. My abuser won't let me tell you I love you and let you experience an entire world of a beautiful family, half of who you are, THE 23 CHROMOSOMES I PROVIDED, the experience of your youth in the community I come from. But maybe someone else can. Maybe someone who reads this and sees you at school will whisper in your ear, "I know your mom, I know your grandmother Rynthia, your greatgrandmother Ellen, I know the powerfully rich history you come from from Savannah to Virginia to Potomac Maryland. I know your mother loves you with the broken heart of a mother separated from her children, but her love is still strong. Trust that she misses you so much. They all do." I know someone will tell you because I have prayed that they will. You will feel it in your soul. We all love you James Rocco and we will not stop fighting until we right this incredible wrong that keeps you from seeing us. #Metoo
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February 26, 2019 KATIE ROST ORSINI  ABUSED AND SCORNED BUT UP TO THE FIGHT I studied journalism at Boston University College of Communication and graduated with honors in 2001.  I won a prestigious award for a film piece I did on date rape.  My years at BU also saw me raise awareness of the students to the abuse prevalent in coed institutions and the frat gangs that ravaged the lives and reputations of unsuspecting female undergraduates.  So imagine my embarrassment and shame when after I finally married and thought I was settled down to domestic bliss did I instead become a statistic.  It is a fact that domestic abuse is the leading cause of death of married women in America and the cause is generally attributed to the mental ill health of the abuser and his drug or alcohol abuse and his financially superior position vis a vis his spouse.  In 2011 in Purcellville Virginia I married Dr. James M Orsini Jr., on October 30th in a torrential  snowstorm that had not happened like that since the end of the civil war.  To say it was a foreshadow to my life of hell is an understatement.  The night before the groom got shit faced drunk and made a series of calls to me and my mother saying he didn’t give a fuck about me and was not going through with the marriage.  Problem for him was I was five months pregnant and the child was a masculine child and his father a Sicilian was not going to be deprived of his lineage.  Three other daughters would not bare an Orsini and besides his entire future and the future of the family was baked on James Orsini Jr. Becoming a doctor and taking over his lucrative cancer practice in Montclair, New Jersey.  Problem was this son was a pisser.  He was always pissing away drinking too much getting into brawls, needing to be bailed out of jail and almost killing himself and passengers in a car that damaged his legs so badly that he cannot play the sport he once loved, football.  The drinking and brawling continued at BU where I met James.  He wasn’t a love interest, he came up to my neck and he was vulgar yet amusing to me and my sorority sisters. ...to be continued
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He wasn’t a love interest, he came up to my neck and he was vulgar yet amusing to me and my sorority sisters. .... My best friend and roommate didn’t understand why I let him hang around our dorm room at Warren Towers.  I don’t either maybe I felt sorry for him.  He was cute,  built like a stunted Roman gladiator and amusing.  I was always getting him out of bar brawls and found his love of strip joints exciting.  The way James Orsini Jr  treated girls who he claimed to be seeing was also  amusing to me.  I could tell they were just trappings.  When I left BU for Paris and then the world of modeling I never figured I’d see him again.  Between a real bad decision about a high school friend in a bind and a stalled modeling career I made a fateful decision to take a road trip.  That trip became my private hell.  Once married and settled into the role of Doctors wife and living in the home of my in-laws in their carriage house in New Jersey I experienced night terrors.  They would begin after the third glass of scotch or the fourth glass of vodka.  The only way it didn’t become violent is if he smoke pot and mellowed out on the carriage house porch.  Most nights I’d sneak out the door when James poured that first glass, I’d go to his folks at the big house and beg them to do something.  Getting no support from Marie or James Sr I’d check into the hotel up the street.  I’d call my mom and tell her I was at the hotel up the street but say things would be ok.  I just needed her to know that she’d get a charge for the room.  I’d also call my friend Maci Peterson and Andrea Kelly her husband Damon.  Most of the time the next day, James would say he had no idea what he did.  He’d profess his love and devotion to me and the baby growing inside my belly.  I needed to believe that because what was I to do with my life so changed from my days as a self sufficient model traveling the world and hauling in 10,000 a day? Other times after a terrible fight, he’d insist I go with him to get food at the local pizza joint in the neighborhood or go out to dinner but three drinks into a bottle of red wine or vodka straight up he was slurring his words. ... to be continued
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...straight up he was slurring his words. ... Worst offense is he insisted on driving and so I had to live in fear that we’d be pulled over or he’d have an accident.  Hey did I allow it? Yes.  I feared for my life and I was stuck.  Stuck on appearances and stuck on trying to get through the pregnancy.  I had it in my mind that if I could get him away from his parents compound and we were on our own I could control his rage, which was really because he didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to be a doctor, he wasn’t that interested in it and really wanted to do what I did, act, model and live a more creative life. He resented me and my friends and he resented what looked to him like an easy gig.  He knew I booked a days modeling shoot with a client and made more than he did in a month.  Even when I was pregnant.  He also knew that I seemed more important to his father than he because of the baby boy I was carrying.  So the beatings began before James Rocco’s birth.  He stage it as though “we” were having a fight, that would involve him insulting me then pushing me to a pint of rage as well and the verbal abuse escalated.  His father knew about the drinking and drugging it was clear that his addiction was taking a toll on his medical studies.  The abuse both physical and verbal continued to take its toll on me too.  I have suffered from anxiety all my life.  It started when I was in high school after I was sexually attacked.  I had to create a safe space for myself within the confines of the world I created at school and at home and with friends who knew my problem.  Anxiety can make you debilitated.  When I had to meet a client or go on a go see for work I had to imagine myself leaving the apartment in Chelsea and walking to the subway and getting on the subway and walking into the showroom where the models were going to present themselves for the client.  I got good at shaking off the pressure inside my head.  When James became aggressive I retreated into a shell much like that I used to support me when I had a panic attack.  When he was particularly nasty and I would ball up into a knot in the bed or on the sofa of our apartment. ...to be continued
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Photo of Ronald F Rost, my father... .... James Orsini Jr had gone to an Island school for medical school and had bought an internship at NYU. In order to follow his father into his practice he’d need a masters in oncology.  He was at his most terrorizing when he had to study for his board exams, and couple that with the lost bets on football games... it was anyone’s guess when he’d lash out.  And when we attended the obligatory Orsini’s large Italian extended family events, during holidays, baby christenings and weddings he was known to tie one on and embarrass himself and his father who looked to me to keep him in line.  Although I did as I was told, he would later hold it against me and argue that I should have stood up to his father and his mother whom he derided as "worthless" and as someone who was just sucking the life out of his father and spending all his dad’s money.  They had a complicated relationship to say the least.  One of the videos on my foundations YouTube site is of us coming back from a wedding in New York after James Rocco our son was born.  James was so angry with me for what seemed like no reason,  he yelled and screamed until the baby began to cry in the back seat.  I asked him to pull over so I could get out.  He pulled the car over and I attempted to escape by exiting the car.  He was able to drag me onto the shoulder to a bit of grass.  I ran from him and he tackled me to the ground.  He pulled me back to the car and I got in and locked the doors and started the car and went home.  That night he entered our apartment and sodomized me.  He strangled me and punched my body and kicked me out of the apartment.  I went to the front desk in the apartment complex and they called the police.  When they arrived they arrested James and I took out a peace warrant and TRO.  I intended to leave finally.  But his father kept asking me and then my mother if I would  drop the charges and suggested I would be taken care of and that of course I should leave James for this and he would help me.  He got a lawyer for me to represent us during the DYFS Hearing.  My mother was livid why did you do that? ... to be continued
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