The Fascinating, and Horrifying story of the Craig Franklin Institute Care

We all thought Craig was joking.  We were sitting around the table after enjoying a meal when Craig launched into one of his non-computer based dreams, CFI Care.  This was to be a non-profit organization, a small one which Craig was confident would grow through word of mouth advertising. 

The Care provided was to be sex counselling carried out by Craig, who would watch couples have sex and provide suggestions as the couple made love.  We all burst into laughter.  Craig looked chagrined. You see, he was serious.

 

Note that Craig has no qualifications for providing such counseling, either those issued by institutions which train or with any body of knowledge except reading porn magazines and watching porm movies.  In this second category his personal preference is for Incest, Kiddy-Porn, an element of information which would not be available to me for many years, in fact, this did not happen until 2003.  

In 2003, several years after we were divorced, my attorney told me I needed Craig's residence address for services of papers.  I hired a private detective to obtain the information by following him home from work.  

The detective entered the lobby of the Condo building in Santa Barbara and paused, briefly wondering which way Craig had gone.  Then, Craig entered the lobby carrying a small gift bag and proceeded to deposit it on the top of a pile of trash extruding from the receptacle.  

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Noting the number of the condo unit without being observed, the detective then snatched up the gift bag and headed for my home.  I was very surprised when, with the detective still there, we viewed the contents.  But many things were explained.  

Can government immunize a person, such as Craig, from fraud in marriage?  It was clear, given the evidence available after the fact, he married me to get access to my three lovely daughters, all of whom appeared to be the goal of his sexual targets, all of whom he adopted to ensure he was their 'Daddy.'

A test case for fraud is in order, don't you think?  And a conspiracy to help him evade charges on sexual crimes by the company, for which he was Senior Vice President makes the company also a party to the crime.  

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The Honor of Allan (the Craig) Franklin

        When my mother lay dying she asked me to find her history for her. My father's was well known but she had always hungered to know her ancestors. I made promise to do this, even though we both knew it would not be before she died. 

         When we buried her I renewed my promise.  Each time I went to stand by her stone I spoke to her of what had been done.    This searching began in 1987.  Mother had died on September 15th.

         It was a struggle. Then, slowly, slowly, a drop at a time, a name, a line, a place, and then a gush of findings and names came out of the past into my hands through the work of cousins living and dead. I was grateful for their help. My promise was redeemed. 

        Then, a book arrived, "McReynolds - A Noble Clan," purchased in the hope it would uncover the past and fulfill my pledge. Turning the pages, slow and careful, I found myself in a different world. The generations were many. Mother counted her descent from Robert the Bruce, through women and men, brave and good, hardened and determined.

         Reading their stories through the long stretch the time which divided us I learned of their struggles.  Their lives were harsh, demanding.  Of need, they bred their sons to be warriors of supreme skill and determination. Forced from their homeland to America they brought rememberings with them. 

          I discovered this in bare time to take the knowledge into the theater with me and see Braveheart. Robert the Bruce was just a name when the lights went dim. Into that theater came my husband, a Craig, who had boasted of his Highland blood. 

          When we left the dim light and the stilled screen we were both silent. He never again spoke of his roots. 

       The Bruce redeemed himself; the Craig did not.  Wallace was dead, deceived and betrayed by the Craig. 

I would discover that Craigs breed true to their falsity, at least on the line of Craig Franklin. Some stories are too true to recount whole in one speaking. This is one such story.

Melinda Pillsbury-Foster

 

A number of people, not many, but a few, have read this and questioned my reasons for feeling deeply angered by Craig.  I understand that most of these imagine circumstances for the divorce that fall in with their own experiences.  When I tried to explain what had gone on they were incredulous.  Surely, they would mutter, you are exaggerating.  Generally this happened only a short way into the explanation.  So, instead of again writing or talking I'm going to send you to this website  It takes you first to my learning about Craig's real sexual fantasies, which he wanted to live out by raping my little girls and the lengths he and his boss were willing to go to to kill me to avoid being exposed. 

UPDATE - September 29, 2024 The last time there was a location for Craig he was at a care home in Kissimmee , Florida.  He may have died, or his brother, Sterling, may have taken him in, as he did Craig's son, Scott, who was released from prison after paying to have his wife murdered.  This act having been stopped because Scott's less than confidential search for an assassin had been reported to the police.  Scott was not released until his cancer was advanced and was thought would soon die.  No other reports have surfaced for Craig or his son.