My name is Tyler Andrew Seward. I am an Army veteran. I served my country proudly for 6 years with the 322nd Maintenance Company stationed in Arden Hills MN. My DOD ID# was 1471441070. During this 6 year period, I met a woman named Samantha Froelich, and since my life has been a living nightmare. I served this country and expected to receive help. I served this country and expected to be trusted and believed. Not one person or support service has provided that to me…
These are the people that can be thanked directly:
-	Bill Edward Seward. My biological father. 763-923-1111
-	Maria Seward: My biological mother. 763-227-7594
-	Samantha Ashley Froelich. My ex fiancée. The sexual predator who claims to be a feminist yet doesn’t know what consent, sexual harassment, and stalking is.
-	Erin Mapes. Samantha Ashely Froelich’s evil friend. The friend who encouraged Samantha to cheat while engaged. The friend who would take blame for Samanthas lies.
-	Mike Peterson. Samantha’s biological father. Parents raise shitty adults.
-	Kris Peterson. Samantha’s biological mother.

Me and Samantha were dating from around 2014/15 to around 2017. I ended the engagement after I found out she had been cheating on me with a friend. During our relationship, this woman showed to me just how heartless and depraved humanity can be.
I remember many times when she would pressure me to have sex in public spaces, her parents bedroom, using her parents sex toys… There were times where she’d tied me to the bed, but then changed her mind and left me tied down while she got dressed.
There was one incident I remember very specifically. We met up in her dorm (This was at Bemidji State University in Tamarack Hall, 6th floor.) for a romantic adventure. We kept a condom stash in her room. There was only one up there when I checked. When we finished, she asked me point blank “Did you use the condom from the stash or did you bring one?”. I of course said I used the one in the stash… She then got really quiet and said “I think Erin might have popped a hole in one of the condoms as a joke.”
Context time. Samantha has always dreamed (and still does) of having her own kids. We fought constantly over how many kids we wanted, when we wanted them and other related topics. I made it very clear I didn’t want to start trying until we finished college. She was fucking adamant that we could both finish college and be successful with kids at the same time…. It wasn’t until February 2023 that she admitted to me that she poked holes in the condom in an attempt to get pregnant against my consent. She sabotaged a condom to get what she wanted, then had her friend take the fall. I don’t know why I didn’t just call the police then and press charges. The truth would have come out really quick after that.
Anyways, “I think Erin might have popped a hole in one of the condoms as a joke.” I flipped my lid. In my rage, I left her dorm and was screaming for Erin and pounding on her door. Samantha who started this shit show, now plays the hero guiding her unhinged boyfriend out to the car for a drive and a talk. SHE JUSTIFIED EVERYTHING BECAUSE WE WANTED KIDS ANYWAYS! Consent was revoked the minute she poked a hole in that condom and she will forever be a CUNT on that action alone. I thank god every day that this sub-human is sterile and can’t have children of her own to fuck up.
When I found out she had been cheating on me with a friend, it was over finals in college. I remember opening her phone, screenshotting all the text messages of “I love you”, ”So glad something bad led to something good”, “I can almost hear wedding bells”. I was done. I knew she didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was just a toy for her amusement. Somewhere around this time I learned that one of her friends Olivia had been the victim of SA. Through the grape vine around her, I was told Samantha not only dated Olivia’s abuser, but that she had sex with him too. Some friend right? Simran Singh can testify to that as I’m sure other “friends” of Samantha would too.
When I ended the engagement in 2017, I was still a soldier at the 322nd Maintenance Company stationed out of Arden Hills Minnesota. Some years we got out our dress uniforms to have a dining out together, get drunk, and have a good time. She had gotten an invite with the address and the time of the event before I ended it. She was uninvited. Sometime later when I was dating someone new, my friends had gathered at my house to have a bonfire. Alex Jessen, a friend from high school to both me and Samantha. He didn’t want to take sides even after being told everything that had happened leading up to the break up that I was aware of. Knowing that my new girlfriend was coming (this was a year after the breakup at least), he brough with him an “apology box” from Samantha… This box contained a narcissists love bomb of gifts and notes that fit all my interests and an apology letter I wish I hadn’t burned. Alex Jessen can testify to its contents. Samantha, in this apology letter admitted to being “worried” about me after the breakup and “wanted to make sure I wasn’t driving drunk”. Stalked me to the military function, waited in the parking lot for at least an hour waiting to see me leave, and proceeded to follow me until I got to the street I lived on…. She also admitted to doing this in a different car than what she normally drove…
Daniel Steinbruckner, a friend that was in my squad, told me a few months later that Samantha had texted him to check on how I was doing. He informed me and I told him to ignore her. So, she has a history of stalking me and harassing my friends.
From the time I ended that relationship until around 2020, She still sent me the odd text message here and there. They were always innocent from an outside viewer, but they always sounded like passive aggressive snide remarks like “I’m so glad were done 😊”. There was no context to that text, she sent it out of the blue thinking I would magically know she was talking about college. Lies, she knew exactly what she sent and provoked a reaction.  She ALWAYS does this to provoke a reaction. She has an unhealthy obsession with watching people suffer.
I was a fucking moron and listened to another close friend when she said she wanted to make up (my former roommate Jordan Martel)… Things got better until I learned that she was engaged and had been for a year. I’ve met her husband. He seems like a really nice guy, but I get the sense he might be on the spectrum. I feel really bad for him.  While at this party, I watched as Samantha flirted very overtly with that friend in front of her fiancée. Yeah no, she has clearly not changed, so I told her as much and blocked her number. I don’t care that she’s in an “open relationship”. Simran Singh told me about the wedding. I know for a fact she only cares about marriage for the title of “wife”. Fucking psychopath. Simran shared with me that Olivia moved to France before Sams wedding to avoid seeing the Cuntzilla in action. She also told me that Samantha had gotten a few drinks before the ceremony and was bragging to her brides maids that she was in an open relationship and could “fuck whoever whenever”. Then pulled out her phone to share her Tinder messages. She called her husband Zach Froelich into the room, pulled him next to her, and was swiping on dudes profiles in front of him. How fucking humiliating and embarrassing to do to someone on their wedding day…. Talk about controlling manipulative cunt right?
Fast forward to 2022/23. Somewhere around this time I’m living in Plymouth with the close friend who convinced me to make amends the first time. I get a voicemail, we both do. She called us both and left and unhinged voicemail about how she’s been going to therapy and getting help. She knows what her issues are, she’s working on them yada yada yada. All shit I don’t care to hear because I’ve heard it before. I know I have anger issues, but this bitch pisses me off and it’s extremely reasonable for me to be skeptical, angry, and a little scared. If someone was really sorry, they wouldn’t leave two 5 minute voicemails going over the same shit to two different people, but I trusted my roommate was right. Maybe listening to her will show me she’s changed. She’s married, she has a house, she fosters dogs, and she teaches special needs kids now. Fine, maybe I need to learn that people can change. She deserves an Oscar for acting. Seriously, when she’s sober, she acts very sanely sincere, and I think she believes her own bullshit. Kudos to the commitment to the lie. This is where everything falls down.
Simran Singh invited both of us and Olivia Trudeau to a party after learning we patched up. It was a mistake to go and it was a mistake to stay for even one drink.
When I got there, she was already tipsy… Whatever, this will be fine, I was planning on being around drunk people. I know my limit and when I want to go home. We played some party games in a group circle. I tried to keep good spacing between everyone, Samantha did not. Matter of factly Samantha would scoot closer to the point of touching me when I did move for space. She offered me multiple times to sit next to her. Eventually I did, but I still tried to keep my distance to no luck.
At some point after the game, we were all bullshitting around the table with all the alcohol and food. She made several sexual remarks, offers, comments and innuendos towards me insisting that we have sex, sleep in the same bed but don’t have sex, she comes over to my apartment for sex, she comes over to the apartment for a threesome with the roommate who convinced me to patching shit over. I repeatedly said no every time and was getting uncomfortable, but I know my anger scares people and makes me look crazy… So I said “No” and moved away to the rest of the group. I texted Simran and asked a couple other people to cut her off and they didn’t. At some point she propositioned me for sex again and I said “NO”. What were her words? It’s like she’s best friends with Brok Turner the Rapist or something because she said word for word “When people tell me no to things that I want, I take that as a challenge.” Could there be a more rapey line? And this woman works at an elementary school with special needs children and claims to be a feminist. Remember that.
After that shit show she left me alone for a little and started hitting up one of the other guys who was also a teacher. She pulled out her phone to share pictures and videos of her special needs students to drunk strangers. The stories she told made it sound like she hated her job, never wanted anything to do with the special needs kids, and was picking ableist language to describe her students. That really reflects well on the eduation systems choice of staff for their children. That sure seems like a safe environment for students and staff. They should absolutely let her keep teaching there after I send this out.
I remember being pulled away from the party into the kitchen so she could “have a heart-to-heart” about the breakup she definitely did not work through. I wish I would have recorded it, but she also made admissions to me in text messages of some of this content. I don’t care what ends up being libel/slander/defamation. I’ve had my life ripped away from me and I’m barely hanging on, so go ahead, report this to the police and tell them I’m slandering someone. Maybe it’ll give me the courage I need to join the 22 a day and end my suffering... I know what happened and I will share all of it. I will not have people tell me what did and did not happen. I will not have people tell me what I should think or believe. These are my thoughts, my feelings, and my experiences and they will not be invalidated again.
She pressured me to sit, of course inching close enough to touch me. She shared with me that she stalked me from the dining out in 2017. She shared with me that she had gotten my 2021 address from Alex Jessen when she asked him how I was doing. She told me about how she drove past that apartment and contemplated vandalizing my car. She told me she thought about putting ping pong balls in my gas tank, she told me she thought about letting all of the air out of my tires, she told me she thought about using my email address to sign me up for subscriptions to generate spam. She shared that she thought about doing the same thing with my cell number. She essentially told me that since 2017 she has not left me alone and has built a need to feed off of me. During this “heart-to-heart” is when she shared that she poked holes in the condoms, not Erin. All of this had me frozen with terror. This had to be a dream. No one can have this much of an obsession, right? Yeah. They absolutely can. And with Samantha pushing nearly 300lbs, I bet she has a hard time finding sex and needs to manipulate people to get it. She shared that she fucks around because her husband won’t fuck her. Probably for the best Zach, you might contract STDs if you do.
I can’t remember the rest of the conversation but it was a lot of crying, a lot of apologizing and then making off the wall’s justifications… To me it felt like she was trying really hard to lay on the sorry because she was hoping I would fuck her after that? That’s the only thing that makes sense to me. Why else would you admit that to someone else after sexually harassing them? Why else would you behave like that unless you were trying to provoke a reaction in your benefit?
That ended and I went back to the rest of the party. Samantha disappeared for a little bit.. I guess to go to the bathroom? That reprieve didn’t last long. She came back with a cup of clear liquid and said “hey this is water.” I spit the vodka back into the cup as she and a few other people laughed… The rest went down the sink and was replaced with water from the tap… 
When I was getting dressed to take off, she still wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. I was getting dressed in my winter shit, and she was “worried about how upset” I was, and that I should “Stay longer to relax more” and how “I can help you.. We can talk about it”. No, no, and no….
I ended up caving and she held my arm walking down the drive way because she was “too drunk to not fall”. She said “I don’t want you leaving here thinking people don’t care.”, “I want to make sure you’re safe.” “I know how you are when you’re angry” yada yada yada….
I tried to get past her and into my car. That was a mistake. She had a nuclear meltdown. Forcibly pushed in between me and the car. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed… I should have just screamed rape…. She was screaming and crying and shouting asking if I was okay to drive, shouting about how she’s worried I’m not staying the night, freaking out that I’m upset WHEN SHE IS THE CAUSE. I did and said anything to escape. Still not satisfied with what she’s done and said, she tried to force a kiss on my lips. I was able to turn and take it on the cheek. This is literally Brok Turner with a vagina.
I finally got in my car and took a minute to breathe… You know what I saw from the drivers seat? I watched Samantha who said she was “too drunk not to fall” walk up the steep icy driveway with ZERO ISSUE OR HELP with a SMILE on her face and walk back inside…. 
I didn’t sleep that night, or for 3 more days after that…. I’ve worked through this issue with my roommate. I have forgiven him. Dealing with sexual harassment and assault victims is for professionals. I tried to share my story with him because I was freaking out and needed someone in my corner… I needed someone to tell me I was safe and secure. I needed someone to tell me I was going to be okay and that I wasn’t crazy…. I was met with questions that sounded like accusations, the words “She wouldn’t do that!?”, and “You need to relax”. All of which are normal things to say to people who haven’t been stalked harassed and treated like a sex toy. I shared that story with his mom and step dad. His mom had all the right words to say. She shut up the step dad every time he had a question to ask, comment to make or some other insensitive shit to say. Her words were “What if one of your daughters came to you with this story?” Fucking thank you….
I went to my father Bill to share what happened because I wanted advice. This is what happened with that. We were sitting in his car and I was able to say that Samantha tried to date rape me. I got part way through the events of the night, and he felt like this was an appropriate time to cut me off mid-sentence to say “Tyler, next time you need to take the drink with you if you’re unsure if it was drugged.” Oh yeah sure dad. FOR NEXT TIME. Next time I’ll absolutely remember to bring a fucking bladder and siphoning straw so that I don’t get raped. Thanks for the insightful knowledge instead of just fucking listening.
And double thank you Bill for sharing this story with Maria. I specifically asked Bill to not share this story with my mother because she bragged about grabbing a Wild Hockey Players ass at a Mall of America fan event. That’s right, my mother bragged to me, my father and my sister about how she sexually harassed and battered an NHL player at a public event. And she wonders why I didn’t want to talk to her about it? She wonders why I’ve never respected her? Maybe try not being a sexual predator and I’ll actually talk to you more….
I have tried to live a normal life since. I have tried really fucking hard… I was going to go to the VA to claim this as mental disability because it started when I was serving, but ultimately decided not to, and here’s why:
I went to a domestic abuse center for help not long after this to get assistance with getting a restraining order. I had written this story down detail for detail after I got back from the party. Before the meeting I had scheduled with them I also added how I’ve been feeling, how my minds been racing, how I don’t feel safe…. I’ve seen her husband’s family in pictures. I don’t know what lies she’s going to tell them that are going to have a man with a shotgun show up to my door so of course, I note that I’m keeping my handgun for protection. Gabrielle joined the call with a T-Shirt that had a gun with a don’t symbol over it and anti-2A legislation on it…. I don’t care what you’re politics are. I don’t care whether you agree with owning firearms or not. A victim should be able to defend themselves with whatever they feel comfortable with. A domestic abuse advocate should NEVER wear anything even remotely political to meet with victims. There could not be a more triggering topic than politics…. She should not be a domestic abuse advocate…
That experience sealed it for me. I can’t go to the police because I’m a man and I have no evidence and I’ll just get laughed at. I can’t go to the domestic abuse centers because they’re not for men. I can’t get any help 110% because I AM A MAN. Even if I did get a restraining order granted, her parents come from serious money. They will fight it. They will suppress it. They will make my life worse. Why should I fight for it when I’m going to continue being beaten by the system that supposed to help?
I SERVED THIS COUNTRY FOR 6 YEARS TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT EVERYDAY AFTER SEPARATING. I SERVED THIS COUNTRY FOR 6 YEARS TO BE DISCARDED. I SERVED THIS COUNTRY FOR 6 YEARS TO NOT BE BELIEVED. I SERVED THIS COUNTRY FOR 6 YEARS TO BE TOLD MEN CAN’T BE RAPED. I SERVED THIS COUNTRY FOR 6 YEARS TO BE TOLD MY PROBLEMS DON’T MATTER. THIS IS NOT THE COUNTRY I FOUGHT FOR. THIS IS NOT THE COUNTRY I SIGNED UP TO DIE FOR. THESE ARE NOT THE PRINCIPLES I MADE SACRIFICES TO PROTECT GOD DAMNIT!!
On 9/12 I had a terroristic threat made against my privacy and security. Someone used my email address to create an account for a service called Canopy. Canopy is a service for parents that allows them to do real-time monitoring and tracking on their children’s cell phones. There’s only one person who knows my email address who would do this. I went to their website, did forgot my password and took the account over. There were no devices added, but I don’t trust that. I turned off my cell and waited until noon to call. When I called them, they were able to tell me that if I didn’t download the application, that my phone isn’t compromised. I begged and pleaded with them to get me in touch with their Network guys. I am an system admin. I do IT security and web page maintenance, and many other IT services. I know this field. I know for a fact you can’t go to a website, create an account, and NOT leave behind an IP address to trace. Canopy is lying to me when they say they are not tracking IP addresses for account creation. If they are truly not, they should be obligated to considering the service they provide...
I still continuously receive phone calls from telemarketers who tell me I’ve visited their website and entered my contact info. All for services I’ve never heard of. Maybe they’re buying my data from a data broker, or maybe someone who knows my contact information is entering my information to spam my phone. I don’t know. I never will know because NO ONE WILL HELP ME!!
I don’t think I’ll ever be left alone. I don’t think I’ll ever be granted a restraining order. I don’t think I’ll ever be believed. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live a normal life. Joining the 22 a day is looking like a far easier option everyday than continuing to fight for my rights, my security, and my safety when no one else will. When none of the services that are supposed to support me will.

Witnesses
Simran Singh – 763-957-0208
Daniel Steinbruckner – 507-398-5475
Alex Jessen – 612-249-1879
Jordan Martel – 407-451-5626
Olivia Trudeau – 763-354-9820

Belligerent
Samantha Ashely Froelich. Address, work, and contact info:
Maiden Name: Samantha Ashley Peterson
Personal Cell: 763-688-0662
Personal Email: Samantha.Froelich20@gmail.com
Home Address: 1209 2nd Ave S. Sauk Rapids, MN 556379
Parents Address: 15588 71st Ave N Maple Grove, MN 55311

Family
Mother, Kris Peterson - https://www.facebook.com/kris.peterson.7169/friends
Father, Mike Peterson - unknown
Brother, Andy Peterson - https://www.facebook.com/andy.peterson.731572
Grandfather, Pat Johnson - https://www.facebook.com/pat.johnson.777158
Grandmother, Sandy Johnson - https://www.facebook.com/sandy.johnson.129
Husband, Zach Froelich - https://www.facebook.com/zach.froelich.3
In-Law, Anita Froelich - https://www.facebook.com/anita.froelich.5
In-Law, Alex Froelich - https://www.facebook.com/alex.froelich.98/photos
In-Law, Amelia Froelich - https://www.facebook.com/amelia.froelich

The "Friend" Erin Mapes - unknown