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Hurt. WEAK INDIVIDUAL!!

This is sooo funny to me. I get so many pictures and messages, because people find it funny how fake knowing good and well what I’ve been through and going through and I have to laugh.. y’all. She goes around liking stuff like this and is obviously oblivious to her actions and the actions of her friends that she’s apparently ok with, that they destroyed her family,  her only “blood family” “her ONLY CHILD” “her grandchildren” I mean seriously.

Who does she think she’s kidding with her fake???

Face palm. 🤦🏻‍♀️ literally.. rock bottom isn’t to far away, it can’t be, but my goodness..

I guess this is just as fake as the check cashed years ago that was as fake as fake could get but you know.. sob story, lies, deception, some “fake man talk” and well the bank that went under.

Jesus come.

I guess her and her friend are pretty WEAK individuals & by her liking it she understands the meaning to the hurt, damage, bullying & threats made to HER ONLY LIVING FAMILY. 🙄
That we are suppose to be quite about and sit down and shut up about while she plays VICTIM.




And she even says YOURE WELCOME TO HURTING MY CHILDREN!!!
Oh I have more than this.. but seriously. I guess if the shoe fits wear it.. 

Who is the weak individual?? 
Yea let’s not go there today. 

You see just another reason I have her blocked. She blocked me at the request of her friend well the moment I seen she unblocked me.. I hit the block button so fast and don’t regret it one bit. 



Maybe one day she will stop the lies, manipulation & deception. Until then I will expose the snake and all the snakes in the pit too! I refuse to sit down and shut up anymore..

It cost me my dad and my sons life.. I will not lose my other 2!!! 


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