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Lies.

This is how sick it is.. (the voice recordings) 
True narcissistic.

Funny how I’m the one who needs help for sharing the truth.
Gosh Mother.
For once take a long hard look in the mirror.

My mom says I’m tormenting myself and my household.
Then she said she didn’t say I was evil.
 (The first video clearly states otherwise)
Then she said it’s not her voice and she doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
Ohh then she admits she said it.
Then it’s my fault. And I deserve it.
Oh. And then she loves me.. ๐Ÿ˜‘


Yes I did call her to take care of some business and this is where it went.
All my fault. As usual. Because I don’t give in to her!

All my life this is the way “god” has been used.
Let’s go to the front of the church and be told sorry for the week of events and how loved I am.
But.
At least she admitted I did not kill my child in this conversation.

Do you need me to watch the end of times video where my head will be cut off or I’ll live in hell the rest of my days for not doing what you want and not getting on my knees ๐Ÿ™„ (part of my childhood!)

The end where she started to call me the the devil again. Yea she hung up at that point because the lies had already been spun.


I don’t care if I have to eat ramen noodles for all the rest of my days. I’m sick of this!

THIS IS EVIL! I don’t care who you are... the LIES. ๐Ÿ˜‘

And to add to it. SidneyBlake my dead son was MEANT to go to HEAVEN. So I guess I was never MEANT TO HAVE HIM?? No that’s right. God TOOK him from me.. or did I kill him??

And she thinks this is ok!! 

This is the first one! This was her at my window.


This one is her denying it and then admitting to it! 
Gas-lighting, lies & trying to make me feel crazy!

Who does this!?! Oh I do. I make all this up.
I am destroying myself and my family.
I killed my dad and son too.
I love how she gets away with this,
Yet she’s such a big Christian. ๐Ÿ˜‘
If this is of God I want NO PART IN IT!


 Whatever it’s all my fault. She is living just the life she is suppose to live.
Yea ok. And it’s snowing in HELL right now.


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