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Christmas

 

“Some of the letter my dad wrote before his death.. sadly he died not being good enough.. but she blames me & allows me to be told I killed him and my child- “Artie Jones Jr.” 


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Well it’s that time of year again where I should have 3 children not just two: and my dad should be here to enjoy it with his family also but nope he’s dead from the soup kitchen of drugs inside him that my “incubator” said she was monitoring.. yes she monitored them alright.. right to the grave.. where my son also lays beside him 2 short months later.. but it’s not any care of hers she’s moved on with her life, so now hopefully she will get a Christmas gift she wants because clearly my dad never could do anything right or get her the Christmas gift she wanted.. as he wrote in his letter before he went to the grave!!! It is so disgusting to me how sick she is and just knowing she can look at herself in the mirror or even sleep at night; even with medicine my heart wouldn’t let me rest ::: but I guess you have to have one to care right?? And clearly her actions prove who she is.... I wish more saw the knives in their back but thankfully quite a few has.. 


I am so glad I saw through her lies and manipulative ways.. I just wish I did before I buried dad and SidneyBlake! She’s taken so much from my family and will pay for it even if it’s not this side of heaven... but I’ll fight for justice and hopefully next year will bring her &&& him, what they deserve!! 


Christmas time is dull to me; growing up she ruined so many Christmas’s for us: I had no idea what was going on but every.single. Holiday there was a fight.. she made sure our holidays were ruined... but she can sure put on a front and go act as if she’s some angel and enjoy the holidays with her “friends” now...  🤮 it’s ok... dad is in a much better place outside of her grasp I suppose.. it just wasn’t suppose to be this way and of course she’s done nothing wrong.. she’s right about that when she spews that lie.. because she’s done EVERYTHING wrong.. I can only hope when she opens her eyes wherever she may be Christmas morning she sees the blood of my dad and son all over her nasty hands!!!! 

She always pretended not to see or hear anything... but that’s ok!!! I have my circle who saved me & one day she will regret her evil doings!!! I can’t help but laugh that she still has the audacity to tell me she loves me... LOL!! She would love to see me laying in the grave next to dad and Sidney Blake.. but thankfully my whole family & circle knows she isn’t welcome at my funeral & the world knows her cry’s of sadness & sympathy will be for show so she can get her narcissistic pity party!! Trust me!! Noooo way she can love me or even know what love is after what she’s allowed done, participated in & done to me and my family.. 




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