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Can’t breathe.




I absolutely CAN NOT BREATHE.
My “mother” & her maggot can laugh this one up! They get pleasure out of my suffering and pain, clearly after the abuse, mentally, emotionally, verbally & physical hell they have caused me!! I literally can’t even breathe.
I can not work or even function because of the hell, abuse & trauma dealt to me & I can’t even afford to put groceries on my table. I sent this last message to the incubator!! She wants to support the abuse & evil done to me & my children and watch us suffer well one day her day will come! Karma has addresses & can get in any gate!

They can BOTH go straight to he&$ for the abuse they have put me through I am about to post even more recordings that I’ve hidden away because it destroys me to know a mother can say these things to a child they birthed.. but..

ABCDEF— HER!!!!

I’ve lived though ENOUGH HELL & covered up enough for her to live like she’s some big effing godly mother & christian, some big hero who was the best wife & mother, to a husband who “overdosed” & left this letter behind & a daughter she’s watched & added to my suffering, ultimately destroying me!

I’ve given her enough chances to be a Mother! 

I don’t need her clearly I am suffering alone & don’t even have 
money for food, gas, electricity or my medicine!!!

They can call me as sick & as crazy (recording) as they want but I am about to show just a TID BIT of the HELL I’ve suffered & wish I had recorded more!!! This hell has caused a reactive abuse from me…

Hummm narcissistic mother. 🤮

It hurts so effing bad to share some of this because a mother is supposed to love.. what you are about to hear is so disgusting & disturbing you will know exactly why I’m dying besides the fact I am a grieving mother to a dead child who I was told I killed & my dad too!!!

I don’t understand why God gave me to mother who hates 
me so bad she would tell me to go KILL myself, tell
me I’m full of the devil & FLAT OUT LIE about it and get so much pleasure out of my suffering; sit with my abuser, abuse me herself & still hide behind a mask.. 

… 


The ABUSE has destroyed me!!!

- I have had several people ask if they could send me money since she took my money dad left me months ago and I’ve always declined but I need help.. I will need funds to buy some food, pay my bills & afford my medicine..

I am working on disability but that will take a while..

My PayPal is: 

paypal.me/MrsAmandaRichardson

Email for PayPal : ARR_78@yahoo.com
Please send friends & family! 

I’ll add Venmo & cash app soon/ 
I have a go fund me but they take so much out I don’t want to use it unless that’s the only option you have: also I can give me address if you prefer check/money order! Just let me know!

I appreciate all the love, support & help: I’ve just got to finally accept she will always be who she is… a narcissistic mother.


Edit to add she put &100.00 in my acct 🙄 (next blog!)




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