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Finding Mel Again

First, a note that I have just written as a response on a friend’s FB page.

While Fairy Tales are cool and all that; it needs to be made clear that they are only fairy tales and things like that don’t happen in real life.  Keep it real with your kids so they can handle reality when it hits them upside the sides of their heads, blindsides them and sends them spinning like a tornado in the midst of disaster.
I’ve learned that the majority of people prefer not to hear about the ugly truths that are our reality. They prefer fairy tales and happy endings.
Unfortunately, fairy tales and happy endings exist only in books and the imagination. Is it any wonder why some have such difficulty dealing with tragedy when we are raised listening to how maids turn into princesses and are saved by their Prince Charming?
We look for our Prince, the perfect guy that is there to rescue us from all the ugly guys. The villains are always dark and unattractive while the Prince is always handsome and wealthy.
Little do we know, it is the handsome, wealthy, perfect guy who says all the right things at all the right times that we must avoid. No one sees how the Prince is after the sun goes down and he has the darkness to hide his deeds under.
But what kind of fairy tale does the truth make? Who wants to date the ugly guy anyway. People will stare at you and make fun of you.
Well, it’s better to be mocked by the blissfully ignorant masses than it is to be a victim of the great pretender.

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I am not who I was two years ago.  I couldn’t even tell you who I was two years ago.  I thought I knew me, but in the midst of tragedy, I lost who I was and became who I really am.  I have learned more about myself through recent tragedy than any other event in my lifetime.  I know things about the world that I never knew before that makes everything look so different now than it did before the tornado struck my family.


OK – More thoughts – bear with me.  Things have been crazy, wild, and weird this year.  Another comment.


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So tired of this. A year and a half – longer – 1 3/4 years – He’s been at it. You know I fear nothing now. I believe I’ve lost my sanity, or at least half of it.  More likely that I’ve woken up into the real reality that the majority are still sleeping through.  Either way,  I’m still finding me.


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I haven’t written about my one daughter as of yet. It still hurts to much and even more so now. There is both good and bad happening daily. I suppose as long as it balances out, I will continue to survive it. After all, I’ve remained standing this long.


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I am glad for those who continue to speak out on suicide. All of my children and myself have suicidal tendencies. I could never – I would just lay in bed forever and hope it would happen but the children always interrupt me and I have to get up. My children on the other other hand; I never witnessed what they experienced and I could not imagine how they managed to find ways of surviving; but I see the after effects and they aren’t pretty or poetic or fluffy. I can relate to the breaking of one’s own heart. I do it on a daily basis no matter how hard I try not to. It seems the harder I try not to, the more defined the cracks become.


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It’s difficult to smile when one of your children are not. I feel guilty being happy and it’s hard to be happy when not all the children are happy. I hurt over that. I blame me. Sometimes, the children blame me too. BUT! In the good news, there is my eldest who just recently went on a vacation – jailhouse style. He begged me to bail him out. I told him, not this time son. This time, you will stay put. Don’t call me. Don’t write me. Don’t ask me for money. When you get out, you are not welcome in my home. The day you decide to be sober and stay sober and get help to face your demons is the day you can come home.

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He’s my first born. It hurt to say those words to him and hurt more to write them in a letter and mail them to him. Knowing his suicidal thoughts and not wanting to make him feel disposed of. Fearing the outcome of what I had just done yet knowing it was the only action I could take as I cannot travel his path for him.


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My son called me collect today and I took the call. He’s seen a psychiatrist. He’s on medication. He thanked me for leaving him there and told me not to bail him out yet because he wants to spend more time staying sober because right now he would go back to using. The relief his words brought me today – the knowing that I am not going to find him dead when I go check on him – either from an overdose or the hands of another or his own hands. My son is finally growing up.  Drugs mask pain.  Sobriety lets it flow out.  The memories are painful.  But he’s ready to face them head on and release them into the past where they belong and I thank God for that.


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It is time to find me or redefine me or whatever you wish to call it when the moment hits you that you have no idea who you are and you decide to find yourself.  The only place I know to look is inside of myself.  First, I need to clear out the junk that I’m buried under.  That should lighten the load quite a bit and make it easier to walk my path.  The distractions catch me every time and I don’t need to keep dragging them around with me anyway.  I’ve found that writing the junk out of me, keeps it from coming back and it soon disappears into the archives of my blogs.  Put the past where it belongs:  in the archives.


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Off I go to find me.  Sometimes, a little me time is in order so be sure to take some for yourself as well.

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Your False Rumors and Gossips are Killing my Children.

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In January 2013, when John came and asked me for another chance to make our marriage work, I was very hesitant. I had already come accustomed to the way things were.  I had a routine. The children and I had a great relationship.  We had long talks.  We put puzzles together. I’d get home from work, clean up the house, make dinner, and enjoy spending time with the children I had left after hurricane John hit us.  My bills were all paid on time every month.  I paid off all my loans.  I bought my very first brand new washer and dryer set, fancy ones at that and paid them off.  It was the greatest feeling and I was free to live.  I was seeing somebody who was non-abusive, worked hard, and had his priorities in order.  He also understood that my children always come first and never did he try to change that.  Like a fool, in the name of what’s considered proper by the general public, I gave him that second chance.  He made promises to change his priorities, give up being a drug dealer, become properly employed, and help me with all the family responsibilities.  I didn’t believe him, but I wanted to.  I told the person I was seeing that I was going to try to make the marriage work.  I don’t know how he convinced the children to accept him back home, but he pulled it off.  He talks his way into and out of everything yet when he talks, he never really says anything.  He simply says one thing a dozen time in a dozen different ways.  The texts between John and the children continue to bother me.  They don’t read like conversations between a father and his child.  They turn my stomach and make me want to vomit.



I’m not used to family members keeping secrets from other family members.  My daughter had been adamant before about him not moving with us when we left Golden Acres in August 2012 but when I asked how she felt about him coming back into our lives, she approved and with her approval the decision was made.  I had no idea what I would learn a year and a half later about the true nature of the relationship between John and the children.  She wanted to see me happy and thought that’s what I wanted.

If only I had known then what I know now

By mid-year, he hadn’t kept not one promise.  The house was in disarray.  The bills were unpaid.  He was spending a lot of money at the bar.  He continued being a drug dealer.  He never even looked for legal employment.  His priorities were not the family members nor the family responsibilities.  His number one priority continued to be himself and his weed.  I was not happy.  No one was happy.  Then I saw the texts between John and Tiffany.  Then I knew.

Here is a short preview of that conversation I read.  I will be posting the completed video this evening.

Still, trying to hold on to the tiniest piece of hope, I tried to look past those text messages and everything else, for the sake of “children need both parents in the home to be properly raised” and “God is against divorce, for better or for worse, make it work, stick it out”.  Bullshit.  No one should ever be that unhappy.  I decided it was over and I decided to wait until after Christmas to tell him.  I had an out of town guest, so I waited until after she went home.  On January 6, 2014, I told him it wasn’t working out.  We tried but I wasn’t happy and everything was wrong.  He said he was happy, but I don’t believe he was.  I think he just wanted to keep certain people close by to ensure they continue to keep their mouths shut.  We were sleeping in separate bedrooms by then.  He became very angry when I told him it was over and that I had been unhappy.  He failed to do his duties as a father and a husband and a man.  He remained selfish and continued to endanger the family.

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2015-01-13 03.08.10A week or two later, he moved out.  I had no idea what I was about to get hit with.  I had no idea he had already been badmouthing me to my children and everyone else he came into contact with.  I had no idea he had been threatening and bullying the children to keep their mouths shut about what he had done to them and to me for so many years.  I had no idea he was getting ready to launch the nastiest, dirtiest smear campaign against me and that his lies would spread so fast and so far that no one even knew where they originated from and eventually, everyone believed it all.  Only once has anyone contacted me to ask me if there was any truth to the rumors or truth in what John was telling others.  They simply believed all his lies, no questions asked.

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The Mirror Syndrome

I am his mirror. What he says about me is him self-projecting onto me. He is the crazy drug addict pissed off because I left him and he can’t get over me.

Now everyone believes I’m some drug-addicted, psycho-lunatic who’s pissed off at my ex-husband for leaving me and unable to get over him.  It’s even going through the schools.  It’s all over the High School.  My children hear about it on a regular basis.  I am hearing about it, too.  The hardest part, or at least one of the hardest parts, is that some of those people and I have known each other for a very long time and they should know better.  At least now I know who all the fake people are.  Those are the type of people that will stab you in the back in a heartbeat without ever having a second thought.  Trust no one unless they have stood by you on your death bed.  Only one or two people you know would do that and it doesn’t matter if you know 100 people or 1,000 people.  There are only a couple out of the entire bunch that are your true friends.  And to you, who wrote those lies to me I’ve displayed beneath this paragraph, if you wanted to keep the drama out of your life, then you should not have posted that nasty drama-filled bullshit comment to me about your mother on your Facebook wall.  It’s none of your business who my friends are and it’s none of your business who I help.  I see you are repeating his lies.  You are a gossiper and you spread lies and lies destroy lives.  You spread lies about your own mother.  Not everything everyone tells you is true.  You couldn’t even address the questions I asked you about your generalized statement badmouthing your mother.  You know why?  Because Liars and Abusers are vague in their stories so if they get called out, they can rearrange them and tell you that you misunderstood.  You figure out who the Liar and Abuser is.  Just read the signs.  Who smears your mother the most?  Not all abuse is physical, little girl.  I suggest you do some truth-seeking and stop believing everything you hear without question.  God gave you a brain for a reason.images (2)

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I believe it is in the middle school and my younger son is being affected by it all.  Of course, I get all the blame for that because I write my story and not cover it up.  I’m the town pariah, the town joke, my children’s embarrassment, evidently.  That’s the perspective their words leave me with.  That’s OK.  Anyone that I find spreading lies and can document it will eventually end up called out on their bullshit right here in my blogs.  I am allowed to write my story.  If you don’t want a part in my story, then I suggest you keep my name out of your mouth and stay away from my children.  John’s damages to the family are enormous and continue to grow.  There’s no way to stop it.  To make it worse, people like the girl up there, people I’ve known since they were little children, are spreadingThose with an evil heart the rumors as well.  It took me seven months to find a therapist who was capable of counseling us in our situation but by the time I found one, it appeared to be too late.  Not one day goes by which I am not reminded me that John beat my boys, raped my girls, manipulated my mind, used and abused and destroyed the family from the inside out. That is John’s doing.

I know it is easier to hurt everyone and push them away so you don’t get hurt again than it is to deal with the pain and suffering of the past to put it behind you.  You’ll never move forward into true happiness until you take the difficult path.  The path of all that’s right and just is the most difficult path to follow.  It is also the most rewarding path.  When you reach the end of that portion of your adventure through life, all your sorrows will be washed away, you’ll be saved by His Grace, you’ll receive the most valuable of treasures that no money can buy and you’ll know what your purpose in life is.

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669f0174c30744373a03ea659ae198b5I hate this town.  I hate the people in this town.  I hate everything about this place.  No one ever stops to question anything they hear.  They believe it and then they spread it around, embellish it, and not once do they consider the effects of their actions or how much pain they are causing others – how much harm and damage they are doing with their gossip.  They just love the gossip and the drama.  They mock the ones they hurt.  They don’t care what happens to those they spread lies about and they don’t care if children are involved and getting hurt as well.

424102_347545188613380_237871249580775_1157938_638776903_nI want to thank all of you assholes in Sierra Vista for spreading your gossip and killing families and lives one rumor at a time.  Thank you for your ignorance, your love for drama, and your ability to believe anything you hear without question and passing judgment based on rumors, without hearing both sides of the story and without any evidence on people you have never met before in your entire life.  How sad your lives must be that you get off on ruining the lives of others.  I don’t even know why I continue to live anymore.  I see no point in continuing to fight the rumors.  They are bigger than me and I am all alone in the battle.  There are hundreds of you spreading the lies and only me trying to dispel them.  You’re hurting my children and you’re hurting me and not 446a476ce7cad43dbf3a402e4314b7fcone of you give a shit.  I have boxes upon boxes of evidence to support my statments while he has none, but none of you have even questioned his claims.  You don’t care.  You don’t want the truth.  The lies are so much easier to digest.



I am done.  I am so done.  I can’t do this anymore.

I am a warrior! I cannot quit. These are my children, your children, his children, her children, our children….I am not done yet!

BECAUSE IT SHOULD NOT TAKE 7 MONTHS TO FIND A THERAPIST TO HELP YOU ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY AFTER YEARS OF TRAUMATIC ABUSES, WE BRING TO YOU HEALING HANDS OF ARIZONA!

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To answer the questions and/or address the rumors:

No, I am not a psycho lunatic.  I have seen a therapist and am still seeing a therapist.  I am perfectly sane.  I only appear to be insane due to the tremendous amount of stress and worry and learning all about the sexual abuses and that John lied about everything.  Forgive me for the continuous state of shock and anger as I learn more and more about who he really is and what he has done.  How sane would you look after learning such things happened in your life?

No, I am not a drug addict.  Yes, I have lost weight. I am ill. You would not know because you have not asked.  I will be better some day.  I have never failed a drug test, not even a hair strand test.  I’ve been reported multiple times to police and CPS over the past year and been cleared of the drug-use accusations every single time.  I have the test results from both the hair strand and urine tests.  I have even had police show up to my house just after returning home from picking my son up from school a few weeks back.  They gave me a sobriety test and checked me for being under the influence of any other substances.  I was reported to have been DUI by an anonymous caller that day at the exact time I was to be at the school picking my son up.  As always, I was clean and sober.  I have the police report and test results from that day.

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No, I am not mad that he left me.  He didn’t even leave me.  I ended the marriage.  I left him.  No, I do not want him back.  No, I am not having trouble letting go or getting over him.  I let go and got over him the second time he caused out children to be removed from our home by Child Protective Services.  He isn’t even who he pretended to be when we met or during our marriage.

No, I am not using my son against him nor am I saying any of the things I am saying to “get what I want from him”.  He has nothing that I want.  I keep my son away from him to keep my son safe from John’s lying and abusive ways.  I cannot allow my youngest child near himknowing what he is and what he has done.  I know not a single one of you would ever leave your child with a man you knew lost all of his children and had his rights severed severed for neglect, child abuse and molestation; was a drug addict and a drug dealer; you knew for a fact the foregoing was true; and it was also found and ruled true by the courts as well as substantiated by Child Protected Services. If it is highlighted, it is documented in one or more of my children’s records.

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I am pissed off because he lied throughout our entire marriage.  I am pissed off because he abused all of my children, mentally, physically, emotionally, verbally and sexually.  I am pissed off because he demolished my family and laughs at the devastation he left behind.  I am pissed off because I fell for all his lies.  I am pissed off because I was used and emotionally abused and manipulated for fourteen years.  I am pissed off because all the assholes in this town don’t even look at the facts or the other side of the story before passing judgment.  I am pissed off because all of your defamatory ways are continuing to cause my children harm and preventing them from healing and putting this behind us.  I am pissed off because none of you have the common decency to come directly to me and ask me about what you heard before you continue spreading it.  I am pissed off because the Detective heading up the investigation keeps getting pulled away for other investigations.  I am pissed off because even though there is a protective order against John, he continues to harass us, file false reports against me, try to get me fired, try to get me arrested and try to get CPS to remove my son from my custody.  They would never place my son with him.  My son would have to go to a group home and hope for a foster family.  I am pissed off because all of you fools don’t even consider the consequences of your actions.

I am pissed up because he is terrorizing my son through his CPS reporting actions as well as causing him to be suicidal through his harassment of me.  He was very disturbed after reading the things John and his buddies write about me on Facebook.  He knows none of it is true, was very upset with the threats and wants his father to stop with all the lies and attacks.  It is causing him to be depressed and want to die. He knows his father is attacking me to try to force me to send him to live with his father.  He believes that if he was not alive that his father would stop attacking me.  He has considered suicide to protect me from his father.  I tried my best to shield him from the ugliness but John made that impossible by lying to him and making him mad at me, making me show him that his father was lying.  Afterwards, his father unblocked and refriended him on Facebook where saw all the things his father is saying about his mother and doing to his mother and planning to do to his mother.  I took him straight to therapy.  I asked Wes, the best friend I am accused of cheating on John with, to tell John to stop posting all the garbage before image_thumb.pngmy son ends up seeing it.  Wes ignored me. He doesn’t give a shit about the children either. Of course he wouldn’t and I never should have expected him to have any kind of decency considering he allows John to lie and tell people he and I were having sex when John and I were together.  I asked Sherri to ask John to remove it. She ignored me. Now I learn that she used me. She’s not the victim she made herself out to be. She is the narcissist. I became suspicious after she and I discussed everything and after seeing all the evidence, knowing John molested the girls, knowing who and what he is, she continues to support him. Maybe it’s because of the night she spent with him having drunk sex all night and she doesn’t want Lars, her boyfriend to find out. Either way, I screwed up by helping her shut her CPS case and now I have to fix my screw-up. I already know what I need to do and I have everything I need to do it with.

228fc3d53fb166d8add0d8d0dbdbd45eSay what you will about me, but know that you are no better than anyone else and know that what you are doing when you continue to spread your bullshit is causing irreparable damage to innocent children who have already been through hell and you are killing them.  I am pissed.  I have not made enough noise.  I have not been loud enough.  It’s time to get much, much louder!

Good day.

LET’S GET LOUD.  #iOWNmyVOICEuseYOURS  You know, the message I’m sending is about how your words can hurt people.  Just recently, a group of friends I have, lost somebody to suicide.  It happened to be the same day I learned about the effects all of my ex’s words and those helping him spread them, is having on my youngest child.  I have three suicidal children due to the emotional and physical abuses they have suffered from John, their step-father/father.  You people need to wake the fuck up and I am going to keep getting louder and louder until you do.  I am only one person.  It is me against the world.  But perhaps, I am not only one person.  All it takes is one person to spread a disease to an entire town.  The disease I choose to spread is love.  #LoveChangesPeople

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Words Can Hurt and Words Can Heal

clip_image001Use your words wisely. You never know the emotional state somebody else is in.  When you attack with your words, you risk delivering the blow that shatters the already fragile state causing complete destruction of the heart. As soon as the reality sets in that the monster has finally reached everyone around her with his lies and his mission is accomplished, the realization that she no longer has to consider anyone else’s wishes follows.  Why should she when no one considers hers?  It’s not going to change a thing about how others see her.  She’s already hated, so threatening her with hating her isn’t going to work.  We all have triggers. Insults based on her exes lies are triggers. That, on top of what she heard from the person called to tattle on her, as if she’s child and under another’s  control, was more than enough.  She love unconditionally, but she does not like unconditionally and sometimes, when she gets hurt, she hurts back.  Why should she care when no one else does?

To J:  You didn’t think unfriending me would stop me from replying to your comment to me, did you?  It was a great comment.  It is something that comes up in situations like these, related to all that ‘junk’ you’ve been reading on my walls.  I’d like to invite you to write your momma a public letter.  Tell her anything you want to tell her.  Tell her how you feel, what she did, what you expected, wanted and needed growing up.  Tell her what she got right and what she got wrong.  Tell her exactly how she made you feel and how you feel now.  Tell her what you expect from her in the future.  Break the Silence and get your story out there for the world to see.  It will help others in situations like yours.  I will publish it on one of my pages with the others children’s stories and letters.  It takes courage to break the silence.  You used that courage before.  I would like to see you use it again and write anything and everything you feel like writing.  That said…………… …of course there’s more.  I haven’t even addressed your comment to me yet. ❤

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Ehhh stay off my page as long as that bitch is in your house Melissa, after all the shit she put everyone thru, and all that junk you post on your page i dont understand why you would help her, she deserves anything that comes to her and yoir jut prolonging the inevitable. She doesny deserve a friend like you.

clip_image002[10]How long have I known you? Since you were what, about 5 or 6 years old sounds about right. You and my daughter have been best friends for a long time. Your MOTHER and I were best friends for quite some time as well. Your momma was there for me in times I needed somebody most. She was the only one there. I have been to all the birthday parties she has put together for you and your brother. I don’t even think you know what she went through to make each and every birthday as special and as perfect for you as she could. I don’t think you know half of what she has put herself through to take care of you.  She doesn’t regret it and she would do it a hundred times over if she had to.  She wants nothing but the best for you. She loves you with her whole heart. I remember one Christmas I came by and your momma was in tears  That year she didn’t have any money to buy you a present. She didn’t want you to wake up Christmas morning and not have anything. Your momma is proud and it was not easy to get her to accept help and the only reason why she did it was for you. If not for you, she wouldn’t have taken it. I can only imagine what it is like to have a mom love you so much that she would do anything she possibly can to make you happy. You have that.  I’ve never had that.  Cherish it.  Not all of us can be so lucky.  Her love for you is unconditional and there nothing in this world you can do to make her stop loving you.

I’m going to break down your comment now and address one piece at a time.

Ehhh stay off my page as long as that bitch is in your house Melissa,

Blackmail, eh?  You want me to choose between you and your mother?  I do not make deals with people’s lives.  I have tried to get JJ to understand that for some time now, but he is a sick narcissistic sociopath and blackmail is one of the abusive tactics they use regularly.  JJ the child molester has your dad as a friend. Why don’t you tell your dad to get out of his house as long as he and JJ are friends?  That’s a guy that doesn’t even deserve to live let alone walk around free. He doesn’t even see anything wrong with all the damage he has caused.  He doesn’t even see anything wrong with raping his own daughter.  Look at that anger festering up inside of you. It’s festered so long that it’s blinded you. You have every right to be angry. No one blames you for being angry. She hurt you and she was supposed to always protect you. I was supposed to protect my kids too and I failed. I didn’t hurt them directly, but I never even seen the signs that they were being hurt. Your momma did something she should have never done. She knows that. She admits it.  So now I get the silent treatment because you have mommy issues. That’s OK. I still love you. My love is unconditional as well.

Be aware of the path you are on and don’t become cold, bitter and heartless. You are beautiful and intelligent. You love your momma. I know this. Stop hiding your love behind your anger. Let your love shine through and the anger will fade away.

after all the shit she put everyone thru,

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“Everyone” meaning who?“ All the shit meaning what?” Does no one else have any responsibility for what has happened to them in their lives? What about all the shit your momma has been through? You haven’t been through half the shit she had been through by the time she reached your age.  Is that insignificant? Does it make any difference at all? It doesn’t excuse her actions, but it does explain them. She still has to own her behavior and take responsibility for it.  Just as your poor behavior right now is explained by shit you went through. It is not excused by it though. You still have to own it and take responsibility for it. Knowing where you’ve been shows you are not a mean, spiteful, hateful girl. You’re angry and you need to heal.  I see you through your anger.  When you do not take the time to heal, you end up being the one hurting those you love.  You cannot address the abuse she inflicted without addressing why she inflicted it; what made her what she was.  To kill a weed, you have to kill its roots.  If you pluck it off at the top, it will come back next time it rains.  Break the Silence.  That is why it is so important to talk about it, raise awareness, and get your story out there.  It helps you AND it helps others.

and all that junk you post on your page i dont understand why you would help her,

clip_image002Junk? Obviously if you are calling it junk then you couldn’t understand. You don’t even know what it is. You cannot understand that which you don’t know. Do you know my cause, J? Do you know what I stand for? That “junk” on my page includes things such as #LoveChangesPeople , Make #Compassion go viral, #ShatterTheSilence , #TakeControl , #MakeSomebodySmileToday . We are women, we are warriors, we are mothers and we are proud. We once were victims. Then Survivors. Now Warriors. As warriors, we help those who need help. You can’t understand it because you are too blinded by your anger which is derived from fear. Some go from Victim to Abuser, much like your momma did. But they do not have to stay on that path. They can change direction and become warriors. Some just need a little more help than others. Guidance, love, support, kindness and forgiveness. Actions speak louder than words. I am not asking you to pretend like everything bad is gone. I know it will take time and words don’t mean much. I am asking you for patience and observation. Watch your momma transform into the beautiful woman you remember as a child. Withhold judgment and don’t stand in her way to recovery and healing. Don’t trip her and cause her to fall off the path of all that’s right and just. Let her reach the end to be saved by His Grace and have her pain and sorrow washed away and replaced with joy. You don’t think she deserves it, but God does. No one, not even you, deserves God’s Grace but he waits for us to reach him so he can give it to us anyway. He is waiting for you, too and he Unconditional Lovewill wash away your pain and sorrow too. You cannot understand that until it happens but when it happens, you will know and you will never be able to deny it.  All of that aside, your momma is my friend and friends help friends without judging them.  Family helps family without judging them.  Unconditional Love.  You never turn your back on those who were there for you when you needed them.

she deserves anything that comes to her and yoir jut prolonging the inevitable. She doesny deserve a friend like you.

clip_image002[4]Says who? Says you? And to what do you base such judgment on? Her actions? What about your actions, J? You and I both know you are not perfect and you have done some pretty mean and hateful things. Shall we talk about the little dog you decided you didn’t want anymore and how you tried to get rid of it? Shall you be judged for that little incident for the rest of your life? You tried to kill a little puppy with poison, J, a little puppy that you wanted and then when it got a little older, you grew tired of it and were ready to throw it in the garbage so you could get a brand new one.

More-GraceSo what is this ‘inevitable’ you speak of? Death? We all die, J. We all try our best to prolong it, don’t we? You had so much heart when you were little. Where did it all go? Before you tell me it died or that you’ve been hardened due to the shit that’s happened, think about how your momma got hardened. Can you honestly tell me that you can condemn her for being exactly the way you are headed to be? That’s a bit hypocritical, isn’t it? You can’t condemn her unless you are without error and on a different path than she was on.

VictimOfGraceQuote2.jpgWho are you to decide what type of friends she deserves? God placed her in my path for a reason, J. Evidently, God says she deserves a friend like me and who are you to question God? Maybe she doesn’t deserve such a hateful daughter. Really, she doesn’t but that is what she has to work with and by the Grace of God she will and by His Grace she will succeed and your heart will change.  Speaking of who deserves what, did she deserve what she got from her daddy while growing up?  Of course not.

2014-12-20 21.35.19-1You are afraid that if you give her this chance and let your guard down that she will fail you and mess it all up and you will get hurt again. You cannot live your life in fear of what may happen. You will never know unless you try and getting hurt is a risk that goes along with that but it is a risk that must be taken else you’ll never accomplish anything in life but death and your life would mean nothing and you would never get your purpose. Jump, J. Take a leap of faith. Try it and see what happens.  What are you afraid of?  I bet when you first started reading this, you thought to yourself that you don’t care and that your heart is cold.  If you don’t care and your heart can’t get broke, then there really is no excuse for you not to try, is there?  Heck, do it just to prove me wrong.  Take it as a dare.  Let’s see how it goes.


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With all my heart,

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Fake?

I think it is quite comical that only AFTER I expose you as a fraud – a liar – a fabricator (lol…pun not intended there) – one who pretends to be something they are not – the great pretender of a narcissistic sociopath that you are – NOW you decide to spread falsehoods that I am fake.  You slipped.  You’re losing it.  Narcs are a step ahead – always a step ahead but you slipped up.  You must not have been expecting that.  People are like mirrors to your kind.  You take the positive qualities of others and attribute them to yourself while at the same time attributing your negative qualities onto them.  The whole “she’s fake, I’m the only one that’s real in this entire mess” crap you are spewing is a perfect example of that.  Since day one, you have lied to me about everything.  You are not who you said your were.  Your education is not what you said it was.  Your occupation is not as you claimed it to be.  Your first marriage didn’t end the way you said it ended.  The people you said I had to stay away from because they were out to get me, only wanted to get to know me.  They had no ill feelings towards me.  My once close friend you said I should stop hanging out with because she was using me to get you, she wasn’t trying to take you from me.  From day one – you have manipulated everything using underhanded tactics, lies, rumors, and you did it so subtly, I didn’t even notice.

So, when did I realize you were that big of a fraud?  It may have been when I read the text messages between you and my daughter which revealed the full extent of the sick and twisted relationship you manufactured with her and that you never returned to reconcile with me;  you returned to try to reconcile with her.  You’re a disgustingly sick minded individual.  To think that is natural and healthy and there is nothing wrong with it one would have to be completely demented, warped and illogical.  But that wasn’t when I realized how big of a fraud you really are.  That moment came after reading your response to my motion to strike your request for reconsideration of the divorce decree.  More specifically, the child support.  When I filled out the worksheet for child support, I used the low end of the average income for a mechanic.  You attended Cochise College and took the mechanics course that placed you at the dealership where you acquired your ASE certification.  Your occupation is mechanic.  The instructions say to use the income of the party’s occupation if the party is willingly unemployed.  You quit your job at the RV repair place.  Quitting a job is becoming willingly unemployed.  You listed Cochise College under education on your Facebook page.  Your business cards specifically state ‘ASE Certified’.  I did the paperwork exactly how it was to be done.

You protested.  In your request, you told the Court that you were not a mechanic and had never been employed as a mechanic nor had any formal training as a mechanic.  I submitted documentation demonstrating that you had been worked in that capacity and claimed to have such training.  You replied that I had been misinformed or was padding your resume to get more money out of you.  I was confused.  Then, after a few phone calls, the confusion cleared up.  You were right about something.  I was misinformed.  I was misinformed by you.  You never attended Cochise College.  That was a lie.  You were never employed at the dealership.  That was a lie.  You never obtained your ASE certification.  That was a lie.  You never quit the job at the RV repair place.  You were fired.  I wondered what else you had lied about, so I dug further and the further I dug, the more lies came to light.  After sorting through all the lies, there was no truth to be found and it hit me.  Our entire life together, all 12-14 years of it, was a lie.  Nothing was real.  You never once told me the truth about anything.  I don’t know who you are but I know what you are.  You are a monster behind the mask that you wear, a sick, twisted, demented and ugly monster.

imageGo ahead and tell all the falsehoods about me that you wish to tell.  The intelligent people will see that it is I who worked, paid the bills, took care of the kids, and was the responsible adult.  They will see that you have contact with 0/6 of the children involved while I have contact with 6/6 of them.  Your friends have already witnessed you abuse your other friends and your children.  They hear the things you come up with about how the whole world is against you but they don’t see the things you tell them are going on.  They don’t see them because they don’t exist.  Your entire existence is a lie.  You are a fraud.  No one has heard a truth from you.  You can’t tell the truth.  You can’t accept who you are so you mirror others that you want to be like.  You claim to be so much better than everyone else.  You claim you are grown up and spew filth about how others, and I, need to grow up.  You say you need custody of our boy to raise him to be a real man.  Newsflash.  It takes an adult to raise a real man.  You’re not a real man.  You’re not a man at all.  You’re a boy – a sniveling, selfish, egotistical, tantrum throwing little boy who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants no matter who gets hurt along the way.  You wouldn’t now the first thing about raising a man.  You are no adult.  Adults are responsible.  They get educated, they work and they support their family.  They are honest, loving and caring.  They don’t force their daughters or other little girls to participate in sexual acts for their own sexual desires.  You don’t know how to be a real man.  You don’t know right from wrong.  You don’t care about anyone but yourself.  If you think for one minute that I would ever consider placing my child in your home so you can destroy his entire life and destroy him, you are sadly mistaken.  That will never happen.  Not even over my dead body.  You tell me to grow up?  Let me know when you have grown up and become a responsible and productive member of society and then you might be able to suggest I need to grow up.  Until then, stop preaching shit you know nothing about and couldn’t practice to save your own skin.

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During one of your temper tantrums earlier this year, you cried about how it’s not fair that I didn’t treat my first ex the way I was treating you.  You are correct.  I love him.  He loved me.  He was real.  He was a real man who got educated despite the unfortunate circumstances of his childhood.  He found work.  He worked hard and he supported his family.  He took care of us.  He is a grown-up.  Although he isn’t where he once was, he is still that man at the core of his being and he is still real. He is still honest.  He never once laid a hand on his children nor has he ever lied to me or anyone else.  He is better than you.  You are beneath everyone.

Adios.

Mel.

Mirroring is at the heart of how sociopaths hook us and why others think we were just like the sociopath while inside the toxic relationship.

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