Part 1: Pig Butchering + Probate Court
Updated: 2 days ago
*For entertainment purposes only. The names of all those involved have been changed.
The Last Text
The last text I ever accepted from him came in 5 days after I'd delivered my deceased child.
Those are the messages he chose to send me 5 days after I heard the deafening silence of a baby who doesn't cry after birth. 4 days after I'd laid next to his lifeless body until the nurses took him away from me. 3 days after I went back to a house full of blue baby clothes that he’d never wear and a crib he'd never sleep in and 2 days after I had to decide whether to cremate my baby or order a tiny casket for his little body. I was overcome with grief and had nothing left to give when I got these messages. That's when I heard God tell me that it was over and I was going to be ok.
I was hanging on by a thread in the first few weeks AD, but just tried to focused on my daughter. I just kept thinking,“You have to survive for her, You have to survive for her. You have to survive for her.” That became my mantra and I’d just repeat it over and over in my head all day. After a few weeks had past and I was back on somewhat stable ground, my focus shifted to my son, and I began asking myself, “How could this have happened? HOW?? HOW IN THE WORLD DID THIS HAPPEN TO MY SON?!! What happened to him? What happened to me? What did they do to us? I was in a haze and totally confused, but I made a promise to Fox and to myself, that I would find out what happened to us. And I did.
What happened to us was not a hit and run. It was not random, and the orchestrators operated with malice, despite whatever any one of them claims down the road. What we were subject to was a series of organized crimes customized for us and tightly woven together. We weren't supposed to survive, and one of us didn't.
Their foolproof plan even included a chapter on how to implicate me as the perpetrator of their crimes. They spent months trying to convince me that I was responsible for everything bad that was happening to me by calling me “crazy,” “an unfit mother,” “a drunk,” and “unpredictable.” These people planned this scam out so extensively, but never once considered the biggest variable of them all. My free will, strength and discenment.They never discussed or considered the fact that I would be difficult to imprison, traffick, kill or (at least) quiet down. They took their time planning out every minute detail of this long term scam. They had meetings over the course of years to discuss potential issues, report updates, etc. but not a single person ever brought up the potential for me to throw a monkey wrench into their disgusting plan. At first I was insulted by the lack of respect for my intelligence, but then I realized that the egregious oversight had nothing to do with me, or my intelligence. These guys just didnt think about women much at all because we are irrelevant to their lifestyle. These meetings were about men getting together with men for a good flex.
In order to paint an accurate picture, we have to go back in time 5 years. Some of this background stuff is a little boring, but hang in there. This isn't your average story about a girl getting cheated on and thinking the story is groundbreaking. This story is about the lengths that people are willing to go to in the name of greed. This is the a story about how the scam that couldn't go wrong went wrong when the "stupid" girl they targeted turned out to be not so stupid after all.
I'm going to squeeze all of this background into one entry, so y'all bear with me. You'll need to know who's who before we get into the good stuff.
Buckle up ladies and gents. This story is not for the faint of heart and is still unfurling in real time so anything could happen, but if you like a good thrill, read on.
The Beginning
Memorial Day 2022
If Swept Off Feet on Worst Day of Life
Run away as fast as you can.
This guy, let's call him Judas, (Jude for short) showed up on the most vulnerable day of my life. The day my husband and I called it quits. For a long time I considered him sent by God to "save," me. Thinking about that now makes me completely ill. I beleive in my soul that if he would have shown up any other day, I would have never given this person the time of day.
*P.S. I created a couple of characters for fun (much better looking than the real people)
Prince Charming
A.K.A. Judas
A.K.A. Jude
Meet Jude. The guy who popped up into my life saying all the right things on the day when I was the closest I'll ever be to a wounded puppy.
Some of y'all probably recall this emotional video. It's still hard for me to watch. I barely recognize myself in that state and the only other time I've been like that is when I lost Fox. This is the day he showed up.
My ex husband (we'll call him Collin) and I had been married for 6 years. He was the father of my child and a great Dad, but the romantic part just wasn't working out between us. It came to a point where we both knew divorce was inevitable, if we wanted to remain good parents to our daughter.
Once we'd both acknowledged that we had to get divorced I asked Collin if I could take our 2 year old daughter (we'll call her Lochlan) down to the beach to get away, have some fun and gain some clarity. It was the Wednesday before Memorial Day in 2022. He said ok, but asked that we return by Friday. I agreed for the sake of agreeing so we could go, but by the time Friday rolled around and it was sunny and 75 degrees, I was having a hard time packing up and abandoning the beach on the Friday of Memorial Day weekend. I finally called him and said it was stupid to leave the beach on a beautiful day when a long weekend was just beginning. He was angry and said I could do whatever I wanted to, but he would be there the next morning to pick Lochlan up at 6AM and told me to have her ready!
As promised, he showed up at 6AM and I handed L over to him and cried as they drove away. It was the moment I knew my little family was splitting up and I was devastated. I remember just crying and throwing a fit until my Aunt Maggie finally force fed me an Ambien and told me I needed to sleep, and I did.
Like I said, a vulnerable day.
When I woke up, I heard voices upstairs. I wasn't sure who was there, but that wasn't unusual at the beach house. You never really knew who was going to show up. We had sort of an open door policy, so family and friends and friends of friends were welcome and would join us. As I shook off the ambien drag and changed into a bathing suit, I realized that I wasn't in such a bad situation. For the first time in 2 years I was off mommy duty and was at the beach on a holiday weekend. This could be fun, I thought, and went upstairs.
When I got upstairs I saw my Uncle and a tall guy I didn't know. He introduced himself as Jude. I didn't really give him a second look in the moment because I was married, but noticed that he gave me a second and a third look while I packed a cooler of beers and suggested we head to the beach.
Fast Forward...
Ok, y'all know what happened next...he said all the things I'd always wanted my ex to say but never did, and swept me right off my damn feet. The next thing I know we're back in Columbia, talking every night and then in a full blown relationship. It happened quick. In hindsight, way too quick.
Honor Thy Mother
A Matriarchal Culture Defined by Abuse + Idolatry
Bonded Together Forever
by cigaretttes, malevolence + blackmail
The Human Cigarette
A.K.A. Carla
Jude's Mommy + Ringleader
If there is a lifeform closer to satan himself, I would be shocked. I refer to this thing exclusively as the Human Cigarette because she is the lowest category of human and deserves zero respect. She brags about her career as a lawyer, beaming with pride as she looks for people to praise her for her leadership in the community, when in reality she used her post as a lawyer to prey on the elderly, underpriviledged and vulnerable.
Picture a woman who has smoked so many cigarettes that she has turned into one, literally looks like a cig sticking right out of the pack. She spends her days choking down bottles of SVEDKA , chasing it with beer and her cigarettes while practicing witchcraft and worshipping Satan. That's right, witchcraft. Black Magic, whatever TF that means. I am not kidding when I say that she has a voodoo doll of me, among other little nonsense things she prays too-- rocks, crystals, herself, who the hell knows. I group all of her pagan bullshit together because I just don't care and think it's weird as shit to have a human cigarette with no teeth doing satanic rituals on you. More on this later.
Before Carla went to work full time trying to sacrifice me to Satan she would often brag to me over drinks about how she knew everyone in the county court system and could do anything she pleased to whomever she pleased. I didn't know her back when she was saving the world, but can only imagine all the good she did for humanity before retiring to worship satan full time.
Last thing you need to know about Carla is that she is totally obsessed with her son, Jude, to a weird inappropriate level. I'll go ahead and stop there, but you get what I mean. She hates all men except for her perfect, infallible, son and obviously, no woman will ever be good enough for him except for her. And most importantly, if anyone tries to have a respectable, adult relationship with appropriate boundaries set to block her abusive tactics, then that person is getting a voodoo doll!
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The Gang of Bros
The largest group of male friends ever known to man.
A Non-Profit Organization
(not a 501-C3, but a group of 20-30 something men that don't work)
I've never seen a group of men so obsessed with each other. Not even a group of gay men.
[Step onto Soapbox]
For the record, I am completely non-judgemental when it comes to the sexual orientation of others. It is a basic human right to be intimate with whomever you chose; however, I do have a problem with liars and the whole "DL"/"down low" culture. For those that don't know, being on the "down low," means that a man/woman pretends to be straight, marries an unsuspecting member of the opporsite sex, reproduces with them, etc. all while living another sexual life secretly with a member of the same sex. The idea is to check the mainstream box (despite the fact that you are not attracted to the person you've select for the charade,) while having secret sexual relationships with innocent human beings that possess the qualities you desire but refuse to publicly accept.
The scenario is inherently dangerous. It's a hostage situation. You've got a DL person forcing their hostage to live by the false narrative they've created, while knowing that their hostage has the ability to reveal who they really are at any point. Over time, the hostage realizes they are the one with the power and that they hold the keys to their own freedom. When the DL person knows the hostage realizes they have the power, the DL person scrambles around trying to keep the truth quiet. Here's how it goes:
Part 1: It's the honeymoon phase and everyone is thriving. The DL scammer is having his cake and eating it too while the unaware victim is blissfully building the family of his/her dreams.
Phase 2: After 1-2 years the truth becomes such an elephant in to the room that the victim is forced to make a decision to either turn a blind eye, or run. The ones that turn a blind eye are able to keep up the charade for another year or so before the the resentment takes over and the truth gets exposed.
Phase 3: If you make it to this phase, you're in an extreme amount of danger. This is where the violence begins. At this point you both know the truth and resent each other. The DL abuser feels vulnerable, which, to them may as well be a crucifixion. They are angry at their victim for deviating from the script they've assigned to them and are ready to do whatever it takes to keep them quiet.
There are no amicable break-ups with these people. It's seek and destroy with them. That's it. It's their fucked up version of "leave no trace." The people who inflict the type of pain I'm talking about on others are the reason for more casualties in this county than you'll ever know, and it is just now in 2026, that we are finally getting to hear (some pieces) of their stories. [RIP Mica Miller and the many many unnamed victims who don't have a platform to have their stories told.]
[Step off of Soapbox].
The heterosexual gang consists of 30-40 (mostly unemployable) men (ages 30-35) who hang out every day, go on a large number of male only golf trips every year and enjoy taking snaps of other men to showcase their ball handling skills..
There are many Bros in this group, but the first one I need to introduce plays a pivital role in this story.
This one we'll refer to as Pikey. He is new to the gang, but quickly proved himself to be a valuable member of the group by bringing his multitude of scamming experience to the table. From the moment Jude meets Pikey he falls deeply in love. Maybe it was the chain he wore around his neck, or his bad boy aura. I guess we'll never know what it was, but we do know one thing, that Jude was ready to do whatever it took to get his attention.
The Games Begin
Spring 2023
The First Slip of the Mask
As I sat in gridlock on I-95, he was living my life, eating lobster rolls with my clients.
Jude and I dated for a couple of years. It started out ok, but he was very intense, almost to an obsessive level. He was extremely emotional and I am not, so it was a lot for me, but also nice after being starved for attention for so long. Then one day, right around the time Pikey burst onto the scene, it switched and he went from worshiping the ground I walked on to treating me like public enemy #1. That's when I got pissed, told him we're done and to the get TF out of my house, but for some reason he refused and no matter what I tried, I could not get him to leave.
Next post coming Friday October 2, 2026.
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