The scandal that gripped the quiet upper-class enclave of Hinsdale, Illinois, and the sleepy shores of Three Oaks, Michigan, was more than just a legal battle—it was a bitter war of passion, revenge, and obsession that culminated in the courtroom showdown of Irene McKirdy v. Patricia Davis.
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Embarrasing Court Drama
The scandal that gripped the quiet upper-class enclave of Hinsdale, Illinois, and the sleepy shores of Three Oaks, Michigan, was more than just a legal battle—it was a bitter war of passion, revenge, and obsession that culminated in the courtroom showdown of Irene McKirdy v. Patricia Davis.
At the heart of the turmoil was Bruce Blehart, a man who had spent decades tangled in a torrid, on-again-off-again affair with Patricia Davis. But when he finally cast Davis aside for the younger, vibrant Irene McKirdy, the fury of a woman scorned ignited like wildfire.
Davis’ descent into obsession was nothing short of operatic. It began with her 200-mile pilgrimages from Hinsdale to Three Oaks, haunting Blehart’s driveway like a phantom of lost love. But she didn’t stop there. If she couldn't have him, she would make sure his new lover paid the price.
Taking to the internet, Davis meticulously crafted a digital smear campaign against McKirdy. With venomous precision, she erected a Twitter account and blog, Exit4A, a shrine of malice chronicling McKirdy’s every flaw, every perceived slight, every imagined inadequacy. She weaponized Yelp reviews and fake profiles, painting McKirdy as nothing more than a temporary amusement for Blehart, a woman destined to be discarded like an old rag. "He will NEVER, EVER love you like he loved (still loves, will ALWAYS love) me," one of her damning posts read.
But the vendetta didn’t remain confined to cyberspace. On a balmy May morning, the drama boiled over in the unlikeliest of places—a small-town donut shop. When McKirdy and Blehart walked in, they found themselves face to face with the furious Davis. What ensued was a spectacle of public humiliation. Davis, shaking with rage, let loose a vulgar tirade that sent shockwaves through the sleepy town. "I give better blow jobs than you, cunt!" she screamed, drawing horrified gasps from the customers. The confrontation ended with police reports, a terrified Blehart pleading for extra patrols, and the inescapable knowledge that Davis was far from finished.
With every step McKirdy took, Davis was lurking—through emails sent to acquaintances, inquiries about Blehart’s whereabouts, and an eerie knowledge of private courtroom proceedings. Even after Blehart secured a protection order in Michigan, Davis found ways to press on, determined to make her presence known.
Finally, in October 2014, McKirdy had enough. With the weight of months of torment pressing upon her, she marched into the Cook County Circuit Court and filed her own petition. The message was clear: Patricia Davis had to be stopped.
On November 18, 2014, judgment was rendered. The court ruled against Davis, but whether that truly marked the end of her reign of terror remained a lingering question. The damage was done. Friendships shattered, reputations sullied, and a once-private love affair had become a sordid public spectacle.
For McKirdy and Blehart, the legal victory was a relief, but it left an indelible stain on their relationship. For Davis, it was a battle lost—but was it the end of the war?
Only time would tell.
Excerpts from the Case
A May 8, 2014, LinkedIn message Davis sent to Blehart, stating, “If you feel you can wipe our relationship (of any kind) off the Internet, think again. I am currently blogging all about our affair. I am naming names. I am referring to places. I have photos. And I am using them on my blog – which is gaining a strong following – and on Twitter. You can run, but you cannot hide. And if you stumble across my blog online you will note this: I left YOU, both physically and emotionally, many months before you fucked that gray-haired woman.”
Journal entries purportedly written by Davis about her affair with another man named Brian Swift. The journal entries include the following statements: “Then I drive by Brian’s new house 3 times to see what might be going on in that household. I miss his simplicity and the flame of a love that was real;” “I drive past your apartment (and hers) for the slightest clue of your whereabouts and what-ofs? For all I know I may be hated, forgotten, replaced;” “Almost out of perverse curiosity, I still drive by your apartment (and hers). Where is her car?”; and “So probably not a good idea to do that again. Did I want to get ‘caught?’ What signal(s) does it send? That I’m a nutso stalker who can’t seem to get enough info? Oh, I hope, I PRAY, this didn’t register in that small brain of his...”
A June 10, 2014, cease and desist letter to Davis from Caroline Blehart. Although not confirmed, we believe Caroline is one of Bruce Blehart’s children. “Your persistent actions including but not limited to sending me numerous follow requests on Instagram and Twitter have become unbearable,” the letter states.
A copy of an article published on CNN.com in September 2008 about overcoming breaches in trust in relationships. The article opens with a 51-year-old Chicago woman named Patti Davis who works in public relations. Davis said her boyfriend once showed her video footage “of a naked romp the two had enjoyed the previous winter, taken by a hidden camera he had used to tape them without her consent.” Davis reportedly ended the relationship, destroyed the tape, changed her phone number and email address, and found a therapist. The boyfriend, Brian Swift, described as a Chicago electrician, is also quoted in the article, saying, “I didn’t intend any harm or emotional betrayal or anything,” Swift, age 45, said. “She viewed it and obviously reacted a lot differently. It was a big mistake and I’m sorry I did it, but hindsight is always 20/20.” Although not confirmed, the details provided in this article suggest that the Patti Davis quoted in this article is likely our subject.
A copy of a July 2, 2014, email Davis’ husband, Stephen Davis, wrote to an attorney representing Blehart. Stephen Davis identified himself as both Patricia Davis’ husband and a lawyer and said he wanted to find a compromise to “give us all a better chance to close this down amicably and move on with our lives.” “Patti recognizes the relationship is over. She agrees not to contact your client or his family. The problem now is the court order. She fears that it will be ‘on her permanent record’ and make her poison to any potential employer,” Stephen Davis wrote. Stephen Davis went on to say, “These two were never married, but this is essentially a divorce after a long relationship. I wish the break-up could have been painless for all, but that is not the way life works. In the long term, the best way to peace is a compromise that preserves dignity and recognizes the friendship that once was.”
A September 2014 Q&A with a website called Check-An-Ex titled, “The Ex-Files: Confessions of a Mistress.” The interview does not refer to Davis by name, but details included in the interview— like the fact she created a blog called Exit 4A—suggest it is Davis. In the interview, the mistress (Davis) talks about the affair and how it ended and accuses “B.” of being a narcissist. The mistress notes that she met B.’s new girlfriend “through an accidental (and not friendly) meeting in May,” and said, “Her hair is totally gray, she has a Scottish accent, her last name is McKirdy, she has NOTHING on me in the looks department. (I am a tall, svelte blonde.) She just looks like an old hag.” She continued, “B. felt, for whatever reason, that he was being stalked and harassed. I don’t know why. Though we had parted in October, I sent him a Christmas gift, one of my journals from an earlier time in our long relationship that was full of writings about him. So I sent it to him like a goodbye gift. In Court he called that ‘harassment.’” The mistress said she never felt guilty about the affair and viewed it as “’training wheels on a bicycle:’ to help stabilize and keep on balance the primary relationship.” She said she’d “love” if her husband had a “lover on the side” because he “would learn new techniques from her.” She also said she was already in a new relationship with another married man.
But wait! There is more.
But wait! There is more.
Lust, Lies, and Lawsuits
Davis never intended for her tangled love affair to spiral into a courtroom drama, but that’s exactly where she found herself—embroiled in legal battles, shadowed by scandal, and obsessed with a woman she claimed to despise.
It had all started with Blehart, the man she had sworn was the one. Their affair burned hot and reckless, years of stolen moments and whispered secrets. But when the romance disintegrated into betrayal and bitterness, Davis didn’t just let it go—she found herself curiously drawn to McKirdy, the woman who had somehow become the center of Blehart’s orbit.
She searched for McKirdy online, unraveling her life thread by thread, following her digital footprints with an obsessive fascination that she refused to call jealousy. But it wasn’t enough to simply watch—Davis needed to leave her mark. She posted cryptic comments, created fake accounts, wove herself into McKirdy’s world in ways that felt illicit and thrilling.
When she finally crossed the line, when the courts branded her a stalker and issued the first protective order, Davis played the part of the remorseful wrongdoer. But the truth? The truth was she still burned with a desire—not for Blehart, but for the intoxicating game she played with McKirdy.
She had been forced into silence, but Davis wasn’t done. Her blog, her tweets, her carefully crafted words—she knew how to skirt the law while still sending a message. A single photo, a vague but knowing remark, a comment that only McKirdy would recognize. It was a dance, a seduction in the form of psychological warfare.
McKirdy, rattled but determined, fought back. She pleaded for the courts to make it stop—to end the suffocating presence of Davis in her life. But Davis knew the truth: no legal order, no judge’s decree, could silence a hunger like hers.
The war between them was far from over. It had never been about Blehart. It had never been about love. It was about control. About power. About the thrill of knowing that no matter how far McKirdy ran, Davis would always be just one step behind.
Because obsession doesn’t need permission.
It simply lingers.