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“Never sit down and shut up!”


She wants to call me “DeManda” because I’m so “demanding”, well.. (recording coming soon!)

yes “monster” I am.. I am demanding freedom, from the mental & emotional abuse, the trauma, the absence of a mother who loved, the premature death of my dad and son due to YOUR denial &  negligence, the abuse you’ve allowed me to suffer while turning your head, the image of you sitting in the court room with my abuser, the theft & price changes, the lies.. +++ so much more to be revealed.. I am DEMANDA, demanding to be free of the razor wire you’ve wrapped around my neck! You are a sick individual. 

Most children only fear make believe monsters, unfortunately mine was not just make believe, you are a real life monster! + you had the audacity to call me the evil & full of the devil one?

“I’ll sit down and shut up one day but that day won’t come with you getting by with all the hell you’ve put me and my children through, or watched us go through & God only knows what dad went through to be a “soul kitchen of drugs” at his death!”

You my monster dearest are POISON!

🐍 & so is that little nasty disgusting garbage man Artie Jones who you sat with in court, who told me I killed my dad and child & threatened my family with body bags!! Bring your lies!!! My truth will destroy every lie you bring at me!! #MonsterMother #narcissist




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