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Cierra Marie is a low down pathetic home wrecker

Cierra Marie is a low down pathetic home wrecker
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The gossip is my sons father and boyfriend of six years is a manager at Taco Bell and he’s always had an eye for the younger girls. Her name is Cierra Marie , A duck face moral less homewrecker. She’s fully aware who I am and that I am not happy and what she’s doing is wrong and wrecking a family. Some people will say don’t blame the woman blame the man. I blame both, they both know what they’re doing is wrong and this hoe needs to be exposed for who she is so maybe the next guy who she goes after the woman won’t be so surprise like me. I call her duck face because once you see her picture you’ll understand. Any woman that knows a man basically a wife at home and the child or six years and still green lights herself to go forward. I’m so fed up with these barely legal girls thinking they can trample on six years and breakapart a beautiful family. Share her picture everywhere and shame her she needs to be a slut shamed and Timothy needs to be exposed for the pig he is so the next barely legal dumb girl doesn’t fall for it as well.

Friend or a slore for your husband

Friend or a slore for your husband
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You ever meet someone and they say well I’m friends with your husband to help him with y’all? RUN! That whore likes your man and is not your friend. This slore Marie I thought she was a friend and it turned out she’s just not a good person. The truth is I trusted her and my husband as friends and my gut told me not too. Always follow your gut. He took her to dinner she was intimate with him. They slept together serveal occasions and this whore still tried to be friends with me. I will deal with my home but the world can deal with this whore because my friend to catch a hoe is out blasting her. Im hurt I’m sad I feel so stupid for trusting either of them but it’s a lesson learned. I also have text and voicemails to prove how much of a whore she really is. And I’m hopeful her family will see this and know what type of woman she really is. Don’t trust her

Dr. Catherine Josephine Wilkins – University of South Florida

Dr. Catherine Josephine Wilkins – University of South Florida
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Professor Catherine Josephine Wilkins mentally abused and cheated on me while I was dying of cancer. She has left me with severe, crushing PTSD. Ever since, my mental peace and life has been ravaged. This is the most painful story I can tell you. I have been devastated ever since. When I think of Catherine, I think of my rapist. I think of the person that nearly killed me as my body was battling cancer and chemo to live. I was her boyfriend and we would have married, years ago, when I was diagnosed with Hodgkins Disease (lymphoma). Contrary to what she has told many, Professor Catherine Wilkins did not care for me. She did not pay my medical bills. There was no such care from her. What I received from Catherine Wilkins was callous infidelity. #METOO Professor Catherine Wilkins was cheating on me, as I was fighting for my life, taking chemo (ABVD), as I lay weak watching all my hair fall out, vomiting, and losing my white blood cells. As I was filled with fevers of over 100 degrees from internal infections because of my newly weak immune system, as I injected myself with special medication (Filgrastim/Neupogen) into my thigh to increase my blood cells and keep me alive — she was committing adultery on me. I almost died several times. She was not there. She did not care. She was having several affairs. The severely increased stress from her infidelity and deceit while my veins were filled with harsh, burning chemicals, equally almost killed me. My fragile health did not matter to her. Her continued cheating, and the coverup, is what she was focused on. Learning of Catherine Wilkins’ adultery, barely surviving cancer under these terrible conditions, I have been ravaged by daily PTSD and have tried taking my own life many times. Each day is often a struggle not to kill myself.

It is the wonderful Dr. Robert Veith, MD at the Charity Hospital of New Orleans that saved my life. It is the nurses that gently put the needle that would feed chemo into my veins that saved me. It is the social workers and oncologists of New Orleans that are the reason I am breathing today. Let me tell you a few other factors that helped me live on: My dream to be an extremely good husband, and an extremely good father one day (if chemo has not taken my fertility), kept me alive. I am an artist. Among the many arts in my training: I am a painter, photographer, writer, and co-composer, lyricist, and librettist of musicals. My ultimate drive to leave a positive, artistic mark on this earth, to one day change the world of art, literature, and music, kept me alive. Each time I nearly died of fever and neutropenia, I told my oncologists, they must save my life, because I have to impart to this world art. I told my nurses, as they aligned the needle to my vein, keep me alive because I have to give this world better. I told myself, stay alive because the art world needs me. Catherine Wilkins was the most negative factor in my battle with cancer. I live by two self-made mottos. First: “Don’t be a victim. Be your own hero.” I am a victim of Catherine’s adultery, and more of her wrongs, and I will state it as “victim.” But I am also my own hero. And each day I wake up, I fight to be my own hero. My second motto is: “Art is not the result of creation. Art is the pinnacle of creation.” I am an artist. I strive to make the best. Anyone can create. It just means you made something. Art, is the best that mankind can bring forth at that moment in time, of that place in history, with all that is known. I believe art is a single, unified world; only speaking many languages. I will also tell you: Oncologists and social workers are saints. They gave me the gift of my life. I will tell you, anything I have done in my life since then, everything I will ever do, I owe to this trinity: 1) Art. 2) Dr. Robert Veith, MD. 3) The social worker who after each treatment would write a note to tell the downstairs pharmacy to sneak into a small paper bag my Neupogen injection (which cost many hundreds of dollars), because I could not afford it, and I would have certainly died after each chemo cycle without it. This social worker, is a miracle worker. That secret miracle of hers — sneaking me Neupogen — and my thanks for it, I feel everyday. Those mortal angels at the Charity Hospital of New Orleans gave me life. I have been informed Catherine Wilkins applied for the CDA Scholarship (Catholic Daughters of the Americas). Only recently did I discover this past application. On her scholarship application, Catherine wrote these exact words: “The illness of a loved one has depleted my savings and caused a great deal of medical debt which I help pay, while at the same time impeding my graduate education and making my progress as a student somewhat difficult. “Unfortunately, over the summer between my graduation and my planned matriculation at Tulane, my boyfriend of four years developed a cough which prompted a visit to the doctor’s office. After several tests and minor surgeries, the doctors discovered that my boyfriend was suffering from Hodgkin’s Disease, a type of cancer. As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state. Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area. “Unfortunately, I had not planned on attending U.S.F. for graduate school, and consequently had not applied for any scholarships. … I was extremely troubled … due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer… “… I earned twelve credit hours toward my Master’s Degree in Art History at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University. While I still have a tuition scholarship and a job at the school, I have encountered a great deal of expenses … along with aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses …

Because I stayed in Florida with my boyfriend for the first year of my graduate experience and payed for much of my schooling on my own, my savings have been virtually depleted… “Recently, my grandmother, a Catholic Daughter for over four decades, brought this scholarship to my notice. It seems like true help from God … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued. While his illness and the ensuing chaotic changes in my life have certainly been taxing … I am very grateful that I have had this opportunity … to help another … the past year has taught me so much about life, love, and faith …” These are all lies. Despicable lies. I am that boyfriend that Catherine writes about in her scholarship application. Except for myself enduring cancer, Catherine Wilkins lied on nearly every account. *** Catherine writes: “After several tests and minor surgeries…” This shows how little Catherine Wilkins knows of my condition that she professes. I had one surgery. And it was not “minor.” My chest was cut open through the bone, my sternum split apart, drainage tubes put in my abdomen, the doctor looked at my cancer inside my body, took a biopsy, then my chest was wired shut. I have metal wires across my sternum and a very long scar down my chest, and two more on my stomach, that I see everyday. *** Catherine used the fact that I was an abused orphan (I ran away from home to escape the abuse), to say “…I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.” Catherine did abandon me. She committed adultery on me. In this form of lie, Catherine used my past abuse, to further abuse me in the present. *** Catherine writes: “Since he was unable to maintain treatment in New Orleans, it was necessary for me to remain in the Tampa area.” This is false. I received all my treatment in New Orleans. She lied about this to benefit her own living and school location. *** Catherine further writes: “…due to the stress I experienced as a result of my boyfriend’s battle with cancer…” Catherine experienced no stress from my cancer. She was callous, calculated in gaslighting (deceiving) me, and she was cheating on me. She knows very little of my battle with cancer, because she was not there. *** Catherine also states: “…at U.S.F. before my boyfriend’s recovery allowed me to continue my education at Tulane University.” She was not present for my recovery. Catherine Wilkins impeded my recovery. She was the greatest disabling factor during my cancer treatment. *** Catherine makes numerous statements such as: “…aiding my boyfriend with his accumulated medical expenses…” *** She even writes: “It seems like true help from God … I would be more able to dedicate some of my own earnings each month to help my boyfriend meet the cost of the medical expenses he has unfortunately accrued.” Catherine Wilkins did not pay for anything related to my cancer treatment. She did not pay for my Neupogen or any medical bill. She probably has no idea what Neupogen is. Certainly not at the time when ABVD was burning my insides, causing me extreme nausea, and taking my hair and worse – my immune system. Does she even know what ABVD stands for? Catherine was never there for a single one of my treatments, she did not take care of me, and she did not incur a single debt. When after a chemo treatment, my blood count dropped to deadly levels, and it was in the middle of the night, probably midnight, that I became infected from nearly any germ, and my body was burning up, and I couldn’t decide to try to let the fever pass or not, I had to crawl to the phone — alone — and call a cab to take me to the hospital. I was dying. I knew it. Somehow at the late hour, the marvelous Dr. Robert Veith, MD showed up, like a rescuing angel. He instantly put me on antibiotics. Dr. Veith told me I was hours from certain death. If I stayed at home and tried to let the fever pass, it would have been the last fever of my life. It was one of several times Dr. Veith saved my life. was never there. She never met a single one of my New Orleans doctors or nurses. Does Catherine even know how to uncap a Neupogen syringe, tap out any oxygen bubbles, pinch the skin, and inject Neupogen into a cancer patient’s thigh, upper arm, belly, or buttocks? No. She never did this. She wasn’t there for me. I was completely alone. Catherine Wilkins states: “As an orphan, my boyfriend had no one else to care for him, and I was reluctant to abandon him in such a state.” Catherine: How can you tell such a lie? For your own gain. After I nearly died — alone — several times — crawling to my phone for a cab barely before I died, cleaning up my own vomit from chemo because I didn’t make it to the toilet in time — you, Catherine, instead write such terrible lies of your actions, on your college scholarship.

Every time I was weak, I had to scrape my own strength together. Charity Hospital is what paid my medical debts for chemotherapy and related treatments. A magnificent social worker is who made sure I had Neupogen. I am the one — alone — that had to disinfect my own home, fix my own meals my stomach could handle on chemo (mostly salads and vitamins), wipe and dig out vomit from my carpet when my stomach couldn’t handle anything, inject my own thigh. Catherine Wilkins’ adultery while I fought cancer is what almost ended my life. Catherine Wilkins’ lies are pathological. Catherine, I ask you: Do you know how this feels? It is being raped. You have raped me as your “loved one” and as a cancer patient. I was enduring cancer, begging the Creator for my life, being cheated on and lied to. And now used — and spiritually raped — so an adulterer can advance themselves. Catherine: How could you? Why? Was cheating not enough pain to me? And now you use my name and condition to apply for scholarships? Catherine: Do you have no limit in your cruelty and selfishness? Almost everything I hold sacred, Catherine Josephine Wilkins took from me. There has been a pain in my chest cavity for years. The last few days, I am coughing again. I do not know if it is cancer returning. Some days I hope it is, so I would die. But then I think of my dedication to bettering art, and my dream to one day be a good husband and father, and raise a next generation of productive children that may become leaders in art, medicine, or positive social consciousness. Because of the PTSD I suffer from Catherine’s actions, I have not had any cancer checkups since my initial treatment. Not one. Because I am afraid, that if my Hodgkins Lymphoma returns, or I have developed another cancer, and I must undergo chemotherapy again, I am afraid the PTSD from Catherine will truly kill me this time. I am afraid my depression that often overcomes me from these memories and flashbacks, on top of new chemo, will weaken my immune system more than before, and if I acquire neutropenia, if my white blood cells drop and my body becomes infected, I may not inject myself with Neupogen and I may just finally let myself die. When death from neutropenia is close and might occur, I know that is when my morale to live on will be the weakest. I do not want your sympathy. I want to be heard. All victims of adulterers and cheaters need to be heard. I want to tell as much of my story as I can possibly bare. Even now as I type, I shake from the memories of such incredible hurt. Read my story, but please, I beg, I want to be left alone. I have suffered enough. I am continuing to struggle to repair my mental health and my life after the damage Catherine has caused. Surviving adultery, cancer, chemo, PTSD, having my chest cut open and wired shut, and so many other dreadful situations has been more difficult than Sisyphus’ fate. Each day I pull from my inner strength. Each day, my soul cries. #METOO As a very young child: I was sexually, physically, and mentally abused by my biological parents. I was physically raped by several men on numerous occasions. I ran away from home at a very young age to break this cycle, and to take life into my own hands and on my terms, so I could lead myself in a positive life. I had dreams. Positive dreams. Big dreams. And I did not want this child abuse to hold me back. As an adult: None of it, none of it, compares to what Dr. Catherine Josephine Wilkins did to me. As a child, I have been physically raped. I endured each rape, and left it behind, because it was quick and done. There were no mental games involved. Just physical abuse. I could decide if I wanted any damaging effects. I decided physical rape would not hurt me. Could not hurt me. I moved on quickly. In many ways, it made me a stronger person. Because I decided to be stronger. Catherine Wilkins’ form of rape, has been the most damaging experience in my life. I have never healed. Because I could not decide. She never let me. Catherine did not let me make my own informed decisions. Catherine destroyed my mental health and stability. Dr. Catherine Wilkins is a professor at the USF Honors College. It is absolutely ironic and sadly absurd that Catherine teaches courses dealing with “depression, PTSD, and other mental health conditions” and is “the director of Medical Humanities curriculum in the Morsani College of Medicine.” This person that has used, abused, and manipulated a cancer patient while undergoing chemotherapy. This is an atrocity to cancer patients and patients of PTSD. Yesterday, to soften my pain, in a previous posted article, I did not physically describe myself or Catherine directly. I described myself as a personal trainer. I described my significant other as an unnamed person with blondish hair and green eyes. My significant other, was Catherine Wilkins. I realized, the pain cannot be softened by just changing eye color. I want to talk logically about my experiences with infidelity and abuse. I need to share my story. Because victims of adultery and abuse need to be heard. Adultery is a spirit-draining, destructive event in a person’s life. Unfortunately, cheating is very common today. Adultery, and the coverup is no small thing. The person you most trusted, most loved, has betrayed you. Has betrayed your faith, and your commitment. What you held sacred, has been trashed. And by the person you love.

That discovery, turns your world upside down. Sadly, many will commiserate with my experiences. It is one of the largest wounds a person can inflict on another. Unfortunately, adulterers like Dr. Catherine Wilkins are extremely common. Cheating and adultery co-exist with signs of further dishonesty and immoral and unethical behavior. Usually, lies and lack of character go much further than just adultery. Victims of infidelity and adultery need to be heard. Only two or three closest friends know this whole story. I met Catherine Wilkins like anyone else. By chance. It came to be, that we frequented the same place. One day, a certain person noticed me. She would come into my place of work at the time, and buy incense from me. As I bumped into them at the checkout counter repeatedly, once every week or two, but never talking, I finally noticed them as they were noticing me. I called her “my incense girl.” I was single. I’m not one to play the field. I always believed in true love. I always believed you wait for the best, and you try to be the best yourself. Being your best, is a gift you give to others. Soon, I was mesmerized by this person I kept seeing in glimpses. Who was this Greco-Roman vase with big brown eyes and long brown hair? They were a little awkward at first, but I just found that more endearing. I wondered, are they single? Do they live nearby? Is this their neighborhood? Why does she keep frequenting this same place, buying so much incense, but never talking, just shyly coming in? Were they even looking at me? I hoped they were. In my heart, I decided I wanted to give them a chance, and I wanted to take a chance, which is rare for me. I can be shy. And more so, I am choosy. I wanted to get married one day, so ultimately I was searching for someone of quality. After several months of these passing incense glances, I finally approached this person, and to the jump of my heart and loss of my breath, we exchanged phone numbers and made a date. I learned her name: Catie Wilkins. Was this new person the person I was meant to be with? I didn’t yet know, but every date we had, I treated them with utmost respect, romantic passion, and a desire for the future. I believe in foundations. In a relationship, foundations are built from the day you meet. I date rarely, and when I do, I believe one should always consider and treat the person opposite you that one day they may be your significant other. You may raise a family with them. You may spend the rest of your life with them. You may even have grandchildren with them! And if things don’t work out before all that, it is called dating. And you try again and keep searching. But like a gift, you should always leave that person better for knowing you. As an artist, it is my mission to be my best. I love assisting and guiding people as well. I love seeing when people improve. Lives begin on Day One. Date One. And if you’re lucky, the date ends the day you both grow old and die together. It may happen. Treat your first date that way. When you’re old, and still in love, you’ll be grateful. To my heart’s surprise, I continued dating this person, and they continued dating me. We became inseparable. The sunset was a sunrise. It was extraordinary. Everyday, I could not wait to see them. And everyday, I respected them, and respected myself, and I loved them, and loved myself. I waited many years in my love life. She was practically my first anything. Life is supposed to be a beautiful journey. I felt I just met the beautiful part, and I wanted to see where this journey would go. Saving love, and giving love, to one person, is a rare and sacred treasure. I was a virgin into my 20s. By choice. I wanted to be a virgin until I met the woman I would marry, so they may have of me what no other has ever had. I did this not from religion, but from personal integrity. I did this because I wanted a strong marriage one day, something my abusive parents did not have. I did this for the love-of-my-life who I hadn’t met yet, but knew one day I would. My wife would be my equal, I would be their equal, and it was my desire to make love to only one woman until death. To me, love has true integrity. This person, Catie Wilkins, who I saw by chance, and that chance repeated itself again and again over many months until I knew it wasn’t chance, and this person who I finally built up the courage to go on a date with, after a brave question and a “yes,” became my significant other. We were together happily for several years. Our lives changed and grew. I loved Catie deeply. Catie gave me a silver ring with “Josephine” written on it. I gave Catie a custom silver ring with my own name on it. The ring I had made was so special to me, I had the crafter re-make it twice, to my exact specs, so it would be perfect for Catie. I would accept nothing less, than giving Catie perfection, if it is to be a ring on her finger. All happy relationships tend to be the same. You’re busy building a life together. We probably did what all other happy couples do. At my home, we watched dolphins swim in the canal, roamed beaches, swam, shopped at Publix, cooked meals and sometimes out in the marvelous Florida air, went on road trips, camped, saw movies, pet stingrays at the aquatic zoo, and every day kissed for hours until it transformed into an endless time. Our daily goodbye kisses probably lasted an hour. Boring to some maybe, but to me, it was always special. I took no day for granted. If you’re in love, neither should you. Every day is part of an age that passes. Seize that moment, for it will never return. Like a tree’s rings, it will be another age soon. As a tree growing productive fruit, I wanted all my ages to pass by beautifully with Catie. When Catherine Wilkins was deciding on her future, I told her she should do something meaningful in her life. As a multi-disciplinary artist, I introduced Catie to the arts, and their importance. But when Catherine started college, I noticed a change. Catherine slowly, but surely, behaved differently. She had new friends. It was almost unnoticeable at first. Catherine started spending her time with people I did not know before. My significant other now dressed differently to go out with these people I didn’t know. Why were they going to certain parts of town? She worked at the USF library, why did her workplace stories seem unprofessional? I started to ask a few basic questions. Catherine accused me of being jealous. To explain my growing apprehensive and confused behavior, Catherine told everyone else it is because I was jealous of her. That started to paint me in a bad light, another lie of hers. I wasn’t jealous, I was trying to find out if my significant other was cheating on me and hiding it. Jealousy is a common defense cheaters use. Catherine Wilkins is attractive. Ideally, we should find our significant other handsome or pretty, or pleasing to our own eyes. To me, my significant other was the perfection of a Greek vase (she’s Italian). Many others found my significant other attractive as well. That is not jealousy. I was not a jealous person. I always trusted my significant other. But when I slowly became suspicious, Catherine used jealousy as a bulwark. This confounded me. If everything was above board, I would have no reason to be jealous. It just is not a proper emotion, in my own opinion. Being jealous, in a way, is like watching over a pot of water, seeing if it will boil. It either will, or it will not, constantly watching it makes no difference. So, to me, jealously is completely useless. So when I kept hearing the word “jealous” pop up, and directed at me, it was another small sign. Because I knew the green-eyed monster was not in my own character. I had loved this person for years, I had never been jealous before, and I certainly wasn’t jealous of anything now. …Even after I finally learned Catherine cheated on me, I was never jealous. However, I was destroyed. Jealousy did not destroy me. The drawn-out lies and game of chase-the-goose destroyed me. The fact my significant other put everything I ever trusted in them, and love, up in flames, is what destroyed me. Those that have been in this situation know: Doubt, questions, and growing suspicions are very different than the emotion of jealousy. Many victims start “looking and acting jealous,” because they are confused. There is a major difference. But cheaters often know how to play this up, to reverse the negative attention. I was certainly perplexed. Experiencing reasons to believe your significant other is cheating on you (especially when they are), is not jealousy. It is sanity. While your significant other is trying to make you insane. I was seeking answers. So Catherine simply added this to her stories and lies she told to others that knew us, that I was becoming unreasonably jealous. Catherine received a lot of sympathy and pity this way. I’m sure countless others have been put through this routine before. It is another form that my significant other used to deflect, misdirect, and get attention off themselves, and even put the negative light focused onto me. It confused me even more. Catherine sometimes laughed at my questions, diminished me, and always denied me truthful answers. It turned out: Catherine Wilkins, my significant other, was gaslighting everyone. In our relationship, I always wanted the best for my significant other. I wanted that from the day we met, from the moment over incense that they stole my heart. From our first date, I wanted the best for them. That is called true love, truthful love. That is called emotional and personal maturity. If I am not the best for my significant other, then I want them to have and find the best. Love is not confining someone. Love is not trapping them. My significant other, Catherine, sadly, did not feel the same. They wanted me, and secretly wanted others — at the same time. Catherine did not want what was best for me, she just wanted what she wanted. Sadly, what Catherine wanted was sex with others without telling me. Sadly, what Catherine wanted, went beyond a single affair, which is awful enough, but she involved many people, and many dirty and dishonest activities. Catherine blinded me, gaslighted me — all to hold me down while she went out and committed adultery. As I got closer to her lies, my significant other slowly made me appear to be the bad person, to others, to protect themselves. Catherine made me doubt everything. My core was shaken. If you have been cheated on: A thousand knives go through you when you seriously contemplate it may be happening. While you feel pain, they feel sexual pleasure, and they are often able to twist their deceit into their own gain. Catherine did this frequently. Gaslighting is a common practice in cheating. The definition of “Gaslighting”: A form of psychological manipulation that seeks to sow seeds of doubt in a targeted individual or in members of a targeted group, making them question their own memory, perception, and sanity. Using persistent denial, misdirection, contradiction, and lying, it attempts to destabilize the victim and delegitimize the victim’s belief. You may find more information on Wikipedia under “Gaslighting.” In most ways on the Wikipedia page, gaslighting perfectly describes and explains the methods of Professor Catherine Wilkins. Adultery is a web of lies, and the cheater is the killer spider in the middle of it.

Everyone around gets tangled up in the cheater’s web, many don’t even know it. And the spouse is the insect wrapped in the web the tightest. Usually the web is so tight around the spouse, they are blinded — until they start feeling bites, and realize the cheater is feeding on them. But cheaters and spiders hide themselves. Often you know you are in a web — but what exactly is the web? You feel the bites and the pain, you know you are stuck on something — but it takes so long to find out that your world is being devoured. Being cheated on is destructive to the mind, the soul, and can make you as physically sick for many months, even years, as any medical illness. How does a victim function, while also dealing with trying to find out the truth, and absorbing the terrible blows? The answer to the question, “How does a victim function?” is: I couldn’t function at my daily tasks or my job. I could barely function in my daily life or work towards my life’s goals. Everyday I was supposed to be studying art, literature, sciences, and writing. Building my career and future in the arts. But I couldn’t function at times. My mind kept drifting, trying to understand what was truly going on with Catherine. I started to lose weight — and that is not a good thing: I couldn’t eat. I was sick to my stomach many days. At times, my head was faint, my body tingly and numb. What I like to do for others, help them be positive and improve, I could not do for myself. By definition, cheating is the ultimate in dishonesty: It is secret, and borderline evil. Catherine Wilkins’ actions, are pathological, more than extremely shameful, and vile. No cheater says: “Excuse me, Honey. I just received a text from one of my lovers. I am going to go out and have sex with someone else that isn’t you. I’ll be back later.” Though, a cheater will say to your face: “I love you,” “I miss you,” “I can’t wait to be back in your arms.” In fact, as you know, a cheater will say these tender and beautiful words to multiple people at the same time. My own significant other, Catherine, told me many loving words, as she was hiding having sex with other people. It is far too common with abusers that they show tenderness, gentleness, and use words of love. Outwardly mean people, usually are not attractive. Being outwardly mean, is usually not conducive to cheating. Cheaters often cultivate a charming personality. They work on their tools. Their mask. Catherine Wilkins’ mask was good. She was an expert liar, if not just a persistent and stubborn denier. Many cheaters will tell you (though of course not the person they’re cheating on), that cheating and attracting multiple lovers boosts self-confidence. Cheating can often make one “shine.” They have a new boosted step in their walk. A smile on their face. They are wanted by multiple lovers, and it makes them feel like they’re on top of the world. However, cheating is as low as you can get. I already noticed Catherine was dressing differently before going out, behaving differently, subtly concealing friends and contacts, and dismissing questions I asked. She was now snapping at me. I saw a photo of Catherine Wilkins giving a beach pirate statue a blowjob. I told her this was not appropriate behavior. I told Catherine these new friends of hers were not good influences. Catherine told me, “I wasn’t giving the pirate statue a blowjob. I dropped my keys.” I told Catherine, this is another sign something is going on with her. She just repeated, “I dropped my keys at the pirate statue.” Only much later, she admitted she was doing exactly that – pirate fellatio. This was a very small example of much bigger and worse behavior in her that was hidden from me, and I only found out by the occasional chance and slip-up. Much later, I learned Catherine was happily going to male strip clubs and singing “It’s Raining Men” at karaoke. Again, I told Catherine, these are very inappropriate actions in a loving relationship. Catherine callously dismissed it. Inside my gut and mind, I painfully wondered if pirate fellatio, her favorite karaoke song “It’s Raining Men,” and male strip clubs were connected. Something truly revealing, I noticed: My significant other started shaving body hair in a new way. So another piece was they were dressing and grooming differently, more seductively, in tighter and thinner clothing. Sometimes just to go to work at the USF library. These small hints told me, more and even more, something terrible was up. Nothing was discovered overnight, these changes in my significant other were mostly hidden and revealed step-by-step. When I mentioned a few more of these perceived changes, I was given excuses like: “It’s hot outside.” It is Florida. It does get hot. But I had known my significant other long enough to know what they wore in hot weather when we met, and for all the previous years in our relationship. I took showers with her and we shared a sink and bathroom. Why change shaving and dress habits now? Week by week, Catherine’s personality changed slightly. But again, my significant other dismissed me. Eventually, I felt they were not the same person. When you love someone, you know when they change. But no one is a mind reader, and when you love someone, the last thing you want to imagine is they are having an affair, or possibly more than just an affair. You just want to ask: What do all these changes in the person I love mean? Catherine and I had a session with a marriage counselor. I had one question for her: “Did Catie cheat on me, and is she still cheating?” Of course Catherine stonewalled, would not answer any direct questions, and tried to transfer negative attention towards me by exaggerating and searching for anything she could pin on me. It wasn’t easy, and there wasn’t much. Because from the first moment I met Catie, I wanted to show Catie my best. I loved Catie, and I gave Catie my best every moment I could. I believe we should all give each other our best. Both strangers and loved ones. Catie always received my best at every moment’s situation. I am proud of that. However, the marriage counseling session was fruitless. The marriage counselor said any therapy would take at least 10 sessions, at around $150/per session. She said, the first 10 sessions are just listening, before any serious questions like “cheating” are asked. I replied, “I do not have $1500 and two-and-a-half months to find out if Catie cheated or is cheating, when she can just answer me honestly now.” I sadly learned much later, there is a wide world of cheating. It is massive. And it took much longer than two-and-a-half months. Cheating and adultery are practically an Olympic sport. Trying to catch the lies of my significant other, was like herding cats. I maybe caught one or two percent. But there were years of lies. I never knew how many lies and how far they went. Lies are like cockroaches. In Florida, we certainly have our share of roaches and palmetto bugs. A lie is like a roach. You find one lie in the open. But there are 500 more lies hiding in the walls. The rest scurry so you can’t catch them. My own significant other attacked my mental health. And I could not tell around me, what was true. Everyone around us was unknowingly involved in Catherine Wilkins’ lies. Catherine even had to make sure her parents said the right lie to me, and I said the right lie to her parents, because her parents and I thought Catherine’s lies were the truth. Catherine sometimes would shut me up quickly before I said something. I didn’t know why then, but I know why now. When I met one of her USF art teachers, and I questioned something the teacher said about us, Catherine also quickly shut me up, and took me out of the room. Catherine lied to her own teachers and professors. Some people saw parts of the truth, but didn’t know it was a lie. Or saw a lie, and didn’t know it was true. Catherine Wilkins had accomplished quite a balancing act. Life for me became like walking into a funhouse maze of mirrors. Except it was farthest from fun. It was dumbfounding hell. Everything was distorted, I didn’t know what was real, my life and mind was quickly becoming confused, I was starting to look like a fool, and I had no idea where the exit was, because the truth and the safe way out kept moving. What another terrible fact is, of course I was having unprotected sex with my significant other. I loved Catherine. We had been together for years. I saved my virginity for her. Catherine Wilkins is the woman I thought I would eventually marry. I thought she was the only woman I would ever make love to in my entire life.

What I maturely and with integrity held tender, important, and sacred into my 20s — my virginity — Catherine took and trashed. Now I was exposed to DRDs by Catherine. And she wouldn’t admit to anything, or give me details I needed. Catherine never told me how many sex partners she had simultaneously while still being with me. I assume Catherine was having unprotected sex with her co-cheaters. I found a bottle of antibiotic medication Catherine was taking. Of course, she denied what this medication was for, too. Catherine said some antibiotics are for multiple diseases, because pills can kill many illnesses, so she repeated it wasn’t what I thought. One of the diseases this medicine cured, was an DRD. So, later, I had to get tested for DRDs. My first and only DRD test ever. All because Catherine cheated, lied, and endangered my sexual health. I won’t tell you the outcome, for privacy. How a person can knowingly, willingly, purposefully give or expose the innocent (and gullible) they supposedly love and are making love to, to DRDs, is beyond me. But it happens everyday, sadly. Why would a cheater care if you got an DRD from them? Cheaters, no matter what they say, are ultimately heartless and manipulative. It just goes with the territory. When a cheater tells you they still love you, I’m sorry, but you’re a fool. That is an abuser telling you they love you. A cheater, when caught, may tell you, I cheated because I was feeling [*insert their excuse*]. As a victim of infidelity, I will tell you there is no reasonable excuse. When is it excusable to lie? To hurt, to harm? Can a person say: “I was feeling [a certain way], so I robbed a bank.” Can a person say: “I was feeling [a certain way], so I stole your car.” Can a person say: “I was feeling [a certain way], so I robbed you of everything you hold dear.” Are these legitimate reasons to offer? When you feel that [certain way] — before you cheat, that is when you’re supposed to speak up and dissolve the marriage or relationship fairly, ethically, transparently, and above board. I always told Catherine how I was feeling and what I was doing, so she could always make informed decisions within our relationship. That is what a loving, considerate partner does. That is what an honest person does. Catherine did not do the same for me. She constantly was gaslighting me. I always told Catherine, until the day we are married, if she ever found another person she was romantically or sexually interested in, to tell me, and we would deal with it. I believe love is letting a person decide in the course of their love and life. Courses change. Catherine preferred to commit adultery. Having crazy, wild sex — or simply dating a new person — is not a sin. It is seriously wrong, however, when you do it dishonestly, and within a marriage or a current relationship. People are welcomed to have any kind of sex life they want, as long as it is consensual, and not dishonest to the others involved. When you choose to be within a marriage or relationship, however, ethics would say you limit that sex life to the spouse you are committed to. Your crazy and wild — or normal — or any kind of sex life is supposed to be with the one person you call your significant other. If for some reason you are unsatisfied, or want to explore horizons, you are not supposed to cheat. You are supposed to discuss this honestly with your significant other, dissolve the relationship if needed, and then go live your new sex life any way you want. My significant other, of course, did not do this. Catherine chose to keep me, and keep me by lies and gaslighting, and cheat instead. It destroyed my world. When we are children, we learn to trust. We trust our parents, our grandparents. We choose friends we can trust. We trust our teachers. When you find out your significant other is not among the people you can trust, it cracks everything. You break. Getting to the truth of cheating, often is like pulling teeth. Every cheater is an acid eating away at trust. I found out my significant other was cheating like anyone else: by emails and text messages, mysterious new people in their life, suspicious activities, and changes in behavior. Catherine denied and deflected, and pawned off the text messages and emails as “innocent fun.” A joking game being played between two people who are “just friends.” However, Catherine’s text messages were not innocent. And who was this “friend” that I didn’t know? Why would this outside person be talking this way to my significant other? Why is my significant other talking to a “friend,” in a style my significant other never even talked to me? Why did this “friend” seem to have “privileges” and importance I did not? Did this “friend” even know about me? Did this “friend” care? Well, of course this “friend” did know about me, and didn’t care. But it wasn’t that easy. My significant other did not say, “You found out. I’m caught. Here’s the truth.” Catherine kept denying and deflecting. I wondered about her college life, and more so, her “work” at the USF library. Was she always going there for “work?” Did my significant other have a secret life? Of course they did. Who was this “friend” she was exchanging inappropriate texts with frequently? This “friend” was David Brodosi, her boss at the USF library, where Catherine worked. I questioned her about the specific meanings and context of the text messages. They were sexual between Catherine and David Brodosi. They discussed “booty calls.” She explained them all as flirtations and teasing, but said nothing ever happened. I do not believe this. Catherine said she and David Brodosi “only” traded “porn and sex stories” at work, but never acted upon them. I do not believe “only.” As I narrowed in on their sexual conduct, Catherine tried to explain that she was innocent, that it was David Brodosi that grabbed her, took her head, pushed her down, and forced her to give him oral sex. Catherine just accused David Brodosi of rape in order to hide their affair. Catherine was willing to possibly send David Brodosi to jail and be listed as a sex offender, in order to alleviate the blame from herself. I told Catherine she must report David Brodosi as a rapist instantly. Then, because Catherine could not admit to any sexual touching, as she knew it would be revealed under investigation their affair was consensual, Catherine told me that David Brodosi pulled down his pants and exposed his genitals to her. She described his penis to me. Catherine said she was able to run away before anything happened. Now she was trying to get a little sympathy from me. Her stories kept changing ever so much. Nothing was consistent from her. I kept telling her, that she must file a report on David Brodosi, and show me the police report. She kept telling me, how sexual harassment investigations take time. She never did report him. I do not believe David Brodosi in any way raped or tried to rape Catherine Wilkins. David Brodosi and Catherine Wilkins did carry on an unethical and immoral sexual affair. Their affair was consensual, sexual, and secret. There were more hush-hush “friends.” More secret sexual relationships at USF and Tulane while Catherine and I dated. She never stopped, even after I presented fact after fact to her. She just dismissed them as “joking and kidding among friends” or my jealousy.

David Brodosi was just one of many. Some of these “friends” she had sex or secret relationships with (secret from me), others she was starting flirtations. To each “friend” Catherine wrote in a different voice, using different words, different slang and syntax — a completely different personality. She had no “one” personality. Catherine made herself what that person wanted. Catherine is a chameleon. I wanted honesty and integrity from Catherine; for that personality, she could only pretend. I was sad to find out, some of the hush-hush “friends” were people that I knew, or had worked with. She did not feel wrong having sex with people I knew, and hiding it. On Catherine’s computer, I found a personal account and advertisement for “Adult Friend Finder” (a sex hookup site) for “Cat” — and “Cat” was listing herself available for threesomes, men, women, no-strings attached, and much more. “Cat” is Catherine. My heart truly started to die. I was turning to ashes. Then I was diagnosed with cancer. Hodgkins Disease. I begged Catherine, to just tell me the truth. I found out I now have cancer, just tell me the truth, so I can enter chemotherapy with a clear mind. I pleaded with Catherine. I told her repeatedly: I will need all my strength. Catherine did not care. She was in too deep. Her lies too big. And inside, she was just too callous and selfish. Cancer, as I found out, will not stop another from cheating or lies. Catherine just told everyone she was taking care of me. She was not. She was mentally abusing me. Catherine Wilkins, is an abuser. When I lost of all my hair from chemo, Catherine said to prove her love, commitment, and solidarity with me, she would shave her head. Instead, Catherine Wilkins cut an inch off the ends of her hair, glued this one-inch of hair to a skin-colored bald cap, and tried to finish the illusion with a hat. Who the hell is heartless enough to do this fake act to a cancer patient? Catherine Wilkins made a fake bald cap, trying to pass it as her real shaved head, as I was dying of chemo and without my own hair. I asked Catherine to take off the hat. Then I asked Catherine to take off the bald cap she created. Her several-feet length of brown hair was simply pinned beneath. Then I asked her to leave. I was fighting for my life, everyday. When I was in the cancer ward at Charity Hospital in New Orleans, I watched how a young boyfriend took care of his bald girlfriend who was also struggling for her life. He loved her. I overheard him tell the nurse how he bought his girlfriend face masks, he made sure she took extra vitamins, and he constantly sprayed disinfectant and cleansed surfaces, so her weakened immune system would be protected. As I watched the love this young couple had for each other, that this young, devoted man had for his girlfriend and her health… All I thought is: I have no one. I am alone. My girlfriend isn’t here. She’s not doing any of that. Catie is having affairs on me. I have cancer, and Catie is cheating on me. Another reason Catherine couldn’t be there for me during chemo: Catherine Wilkins told me she quit college and joined the Army and was accepted into “Delta Force.” Her father was in the Army Special Forces decades ago as a Green Beret, so I mostly believed her. From then on, we could only speak on the phone, at certain hours. She described to me she was in basic training, and some of her military lessons, such as laying in the dirt and searching for landmines by slipping a knife into the soil in front of her. She said how the drill instructors would play games with the recruits by suddenly turning the showers ice cold while she was in it. I was proud, but again a bit confused, by this new Delta Force Army recruit. I thought: Maybe she won’t cheat while in the Army, and the Army will instill values into her. Catherine and I could only meet in hotel rooms infrequently when she got “leave.” Mostly it was just phone calls. I’m sure she got all her basic training information from her father, who really was in the Army Special Forces. She obviously never quit college or joined the Army. Even now, years later, my soul is still breaking, and my eyes are tearful. Catherine, as an adult, you are the only person in the world, even now this day, to cause me to weep. My eyes nearly lose their function. Then, I recently learned, Catherine Wilkins wrote in a scholarship application praising herself for being the devoted, selfless girlfriend that loved me and paid my bills, and sacrificed hugely for myself and my health. I learned Catherine was telling her college teachers how compassionately she was taking care of me, how difficult and demanding it was for herself to help me through my illness. Nothing is farther from truth. Catherine: Do you know how this feels? It is being raped. You raped my spirit and my mental health repeatedly. I had cancer, fought for life, and you cheated on me and lied to me daily. And now I found out, I was being used falsely in a college scholarship application, so an adulterer, and someone that did no such good deeds, can advance themselves. Catherine: How could you? Why? How could you tell people you were taking care of me, when you were cheating on me the whole time? How could you try to get scholarship money this way? How could you tell people you were in debt for paying my medical bills, when you were never even at one of my chemo treatments? Not one. Ever. The game my significant other played on me lasted an extremely long time, because it was a game of question and outright denial. I would hold a fact before her, and she would say it was something else. It was a game of making me question my sanity. It was a game of protecting themselves, their image, their illusion to others. Mind you, it sounds obvious now, but it took me many months, even years, to piece a fraction together. My significant other put my brain and heart in a blender. And this blender went on, and on. Victims know: When you love someone, you want to believe them, but you know something wrong is going on. As the innocent and confused victim, no one makes it easy on you. Cheaters are crafty to hide their smoking guns. A spouse with a respectable surface is the last person anyone would want to suspect. That’s usually the way it is. Just because someone is respectable on the outside, does not mean they’re respectable on the inside. The outside is just a superficial image. And that is what cheaters work hardest to sculpt and protect, because the professional, respectable image is a cheater’s castle, one of their defenses. Respectability becomes the moat they hope their victims cannot cross. It is also a weapon. Because respectability is what cheaters take into battle to coverup their infidelities.

I am reminded constantly: How many respected people have committed the worst sins? Sometimes, the more “respectable” a person is, the more they crave hidden flings, or even more extreme sexual mischief. Sometimes, “respectable” people are extremely selfish, even dangerous. Cheaters often aren’t realistic in their own lives and affairs. Cheaters do it for many reasons. Often they fall for someone that flatters them, because they are weak inside, or do it for the fantasy and movie-like excitement, or to explore their wild side, or to boost confidence. All reasons are wrong when it is done dishonestly, and especially within a marriage or relationship. Cheating often shows many poor choices. This is one of many reasons why adultery reveals a person’s true character, and more so, lack of. Many times, cheaters tell others they are single. We all know, cheaters take off their wedding rings, when the cheating mood strikes them. Sadly, my significant other cared more about their outward respectability, than their inner respectability. My significant other thinks character is on the outside, like a book cover. Having true character on the inside, like a real and full book, is too hard for them. No one cheats because they have strong character, and usually those a cheater is having sex with are in it for just that, sex. The co-cheater also just wants the surface, the superficial body, the book cover, the benefits without the strings or obligations. This way, it is easy flattery. Exciting fantasy. Cheaters and co-cheaters want the glossy, fun book review, not the book. All illusion. I was the sucker. I wanted the book. The full book. I wanted the substance. I wanted what was inside. Depth. Equality. I wanted love. I gave love. I did not get love back. I gave equality. I received lies and infidelity. I received emotional and mental abuse. This is often worse than physical abuse. You can put a band-aid on a cut, even stitches. You can not easily put band-aids or stitches on your mental health, when it is cut apart by a cheater. Cheaters and co-cheaters bond, sometimes very deeply, because they share a secret. Part of it is like immature children sharing a secret club. And a bigger part is they share a secret they must protect. All of a sudden, the honest person in the relationship, is the outcast. The victim lands on spikes. I am an extremely strong person. I believe in being one’s best. And taking difficulties bravely. This has been the most painful series of events committed by one person…the hurt Catherine has inflicted on me… The pain is of a sort of flaying of the skin, and explosion of organs inside the chest. Like a lot of the cheaters and adulterers on TV and in newspapers, my significant other never apologized, never truly felt bad at the destruction they caused. Never even fully admitted to it. I asked Catherine why she portrayed herself so differently to each person. In a brief moment of clarity, paraphrasing, she replied: “You wouldn’t like my true self. I lie to be what each person wants.” I asked her how she could tell so many awful lies to me. She answered: “I’ve been lying since I was a child. Sometimes I lie just to lie.” I asked her, if everything I had suspected earlier, was actually correct, despite her previous denials. Catherine told me, yes, I was right. I asked her why she cheated. She replied, paraphrasing, “Because I find it thrilling. A hidden sex life is exciting.” I thought, “Catherine, you just ransacked my life. So you could have thrills? And you found it exciting?” By now, I was absolutely ripped in a million pieces, but calm. Like approaching my own gallows with bravery. Catherine was actually cutting her losses. She knew I had found merely a drop in her black ocean of deceits. There was so much more, never to be known but by her. Many of the people involved in her web, would never know they were in a web. Catherine’s lies and lack of character went much further than just adultery. For if you can lie to the person you love and make love to, you can lie about anything. After finally uncovering a mere fraction of the infidelity, I left forever. I knew I only discovered the tip of the iceberg. My former significant other, Catherine Wilkins, hid everything else beneath dark, cold waters. Catherine Wilkins went on with her life and had many more affairs. Who else she lied to or cheated on after me, I do not fully know. I’m sure the lies never stopped. The lies are in her personal, sexual, family, and professional life.

Catherine’s lies go to the core. It usually does. Catherine is also very respected. A supposedly upright member of the community. Catherine is: A master gaslighter. A master of illusion. In the aftermath, I was her victim left holding the pieces of my life. I had no real home anymore, no solid foundation, no mental peace. Catherine Wilkins stole all of that away from me. Everything I held sacred was violated by Catherine. My body was violated, my mind was violated, my future was violated. My faith and trust was destroyed. Cheaters like Professor Catherine Wilkins need to know the path of utter emotional — and usually manifesting in physical and mental — destruction they leave behind. I’m sure for every one of Catherine’s lies, there are 500 more in the closet. That is just how cheating and the coverup and an adulterous lifestyle works. A match cannot light all the darkness. Being cheated on leaves you with PTSD. It is extremely traumatic. The blood is not visible, because you are bleeding inside. Your soul and your mind is hemorrhaging. I still carry PTSD from the events and gaslighting Catherine Wilkins put on me. I do not want your sympathy. Sympathy does not get back the years — and trust — I lost. I want only to be heard. Cheating is not glamorous, it is not exciting. Cheating is wrong. The pain of the victim, feels like you are being skinned alive daily. Cheating and infidelity is abuse. Adultery is abuse. #METOO As a victim of cruel, callous cheating, my life has been torn to shreds ever since. Stand up for victims of adultery. Hear them. Catherine: You have nearly taken my life. You have lived your life. You have used my name to advance yourself, gain sympathy, and tell people you paid my medical bills and cared for me during my cancer treatments. You did no such thing as “care.” I have told my story. Catherine, you know you did so much more wrong to me than what is here. Please, Catherine, I beg you, I plea, leave me alone. Let me heal. Let me be the artist and man I am meant to be. You profess to care for the arts and its artists. If that is true, know you have damaged an artist that takes art far more seriously than most anyone. To future adulterers: Please think 1000 times before you cheat, and possibly destroy everything in the world of the person you are supposed to care about. Live in a relationship responsibly and, if it becomes that time… End a relationship responsibly. This is my story. Please learn from it. I do not want sympathy. I want to be left alone to continue the repair of my life. I almost had my life’s goals stolen from me. I struggle everyday to make sure I complete my personal mission in life: Art and to give what is better to this world. I am a visual, literary, and music artist. I write musicals. I recently met with an 8-time Tony-winning Broadway producer. If my musicals make it to Broadway, and are successful, I will be able to accomplish another of my life’s ambitions: To found charities and grants and make donations to help other artists. To donate the proceeds so other artists can grow. The great artists capture the human condition. They document. It is an honored tradition. What is remembered in history, is what is born by painters, musicians, writers, dancers, singers, explorers of mind and body. With ships of all kinds, and all materials, we venture into the universe. With art — of equal diversity of construction — we venture into ourselves. Fire, pain, passion for life — the constant, intense hammering and sparks — is what, like it imparts to a Samurai sword and the best steel, tempers and purifies our souls and creations. Fold after heartbreaking fold we are strengthened. Slag is forced out, beauty comes in. I end: By definition, creation is common. Art is rare. Rocks are plenty. But how many rocks are Mount Everest or Half Dome, Mount Fuji or the Black Mesa of San Ildefonso? Stunningly beautiful, wonderfully made, and culturally significant. Art is the pinnacle of creation.

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Getting with MARRIED military guys and knows it!

Daphne Veras — Hotel front desk homewrecker

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This nasty little girl went after my husband, know that he was married. She was the front desk girl at a Holiday Inn she deliberately keep deactivating his room key so he would have to come see her to fix it. She slipped him her number and then began calling his cell phone on the company reservation records. My name was also on the reservation My husband was done in Miami for 3 weeks to help with the hurricane this nasty untrain hoe asked him to chill at a hotel down the street. Then she made her move ending a 20 year marriage. When I confronted her she tried to embellish the truth. She knew he was married hell I brought my kids down to stay while he was there , we left to go back home a week before she did this. She then used holiday inn reservation records to get his full name and begin requesting him as a friend on fb, because after he sleep with her he left her alone in the hotel like a piece of discarded trash. Now this trash worst for the marriot in residence in Miami, and I called Holiday inn to tell them about this, and they informed me they fired her a55 for doing the same thing to another women

Jenna (Velasquez-Lopez) Whitney — Married Homewrecking Slore

Jenna (Velasquez-Lopez) Whitney — Married Homewrecking Slore
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Jenna is a dirty slore. She came to the U.S. illegally when she was 16, she soon seduced and the married a 61 yr old man to get her citizenship. Immediately after they were married, she started leaving her husband at home every weekend, going out to the clubs, partying and spreading her legs for half of Miami. Then she started having an affair with one of her husband’s employees, who was married with three kids. When his wife found out she divorced him, he wanted to stay with Jenna but she left him and made her husband fire him. That’s when she decided that my sister’s husband was her next victim. They have been married 8 yrs and have 2 kids. She started throwing herself at him at the gym where they met. She started texting him and sending him nudes. And, shortly thereafter they started an affair. My sister found out about the affair, and found the nudes on his phone. They got separated and he stopped seeing the slore. But she just wouldn’t stop. He tried to stay away from her, but she just kept tracking him down, even going to my sister’s house. My sister called her husband and told him everything. He either didn’t believe her, or just didn’t care. My sister found out that they are having an affair again, she threw her husband out and filed for divorce. She’ll leave him too as soon as he’s divorced. Then she’ll find another family to destroy. She’s an evil slore.

Daphne Veras — Hotel front desk homewrecker

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When my husband went to work in Miami 2017, to make extra money for our family I didnt know our marriage would be destroyed too! Ray said Miss Vera’s was a front desk worker at a hotel and he stated that every day his room key was deactivated from some strange reason. Daphne was the one to always fix the room key card. She slipped him her number afterwards. She also was aware he was married cause my name was listed on the reservation cause I had come to visit him in South Florida. My husband has always talked about our family to anyone who would listen, and Veras who had know he married cause I had to call the front desk on two occasions when he over slept had taken a nasty tone when me questioning me if I knew the part in the room, even once hanging up on me. Well she knew he was leaving her hotel soon to go home, and she knew she was NOT supposed to be flirting or carrying on this type of relationship with a guest staying at her hotel. She booked a hotel down the road from his, and asked him to join her. He went and said she made the first move and he stupidly feel for it. She supplied the condom and had sex with my husband of 20 years, This has devastated my family. When I confronted Daphne she tried to lie and say she didnt know he married when I was staying at the hotel too on the weekends. She also admitted she went into our reservation records seeking out personal information. She then tried to friend him on facebook and he denied the request trying to hide his infidelity from me. Daphne claimed it was my husband doing all the contact but our phone record show her hotel job number calling him often, she claimed she blocked him but he was able to later call her on the way with me on the phone cause she was embellishing the truth when I confronted her about sleeping with my husband. She now has another job a major hotel, and I want to make sure no other wife has to deal with a women that has no respect for marriage.

Tara Gribble Lewis — Old skank

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Getting with young MARRIED military guys while they’re away from home. And she knows they’re married.

Velda Lisette Torres — Naive Young Trolup

Velda Lisette Torres — Naive Young Trolup
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This is Velda Lisette Torres her Instagram name is lisette.27 and she thinks it’s acceptable to presume a 40yr old man with 4 kids while at her job as a receptionist and bartender at The Island Resort hotel in Fort Walton Beach! He was there on business when she met him and even though he told her he was married and had 4 kids she still felt it was ok to search him out on Instagram and ask for his phone number then text, call, and message him disgusting nude pics and sext with him even while he was with his family! She even has or had a boyfriend at the time! She literally has no morals or values when it comes to marriages or families. She is so young and stupid that even after he tried telling her that they would never be together b/c he loves his wife and would never leave her and kids she still couldn’t just leave well enough alone. She even got her panties in a woad when he told her not to come to Utah to see him b/c he could not and would not see her. When she was confronted about this she felt it was ok b/c she felt she was attending to his needs and that makes being with a married man ok. Women like this need to be put on display for all to see b/c it’s not only the guy at felt she had a choice and chose to destroy a happy family!

David neimi Jr. — The drunken skunk & cheating two-timing bastard

David neimi Jr. — The drunken skunk & cheating two-timing bastard
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David Neimi jr. Is a belligerent drunken drunk who treats’ you like sh1t a coward, bully & is a cheating two-timing bastard that uses women too try to have sex with them & screams & yells at you is verbally abusive & sexually assaults you & then moves on to someone else to abuse & ridicule don’t trust him with your vehicle or anything else he’s not a trustworthy person he uses you & abuses you warning to any other women & children around him don’t trust him

Heidi Reece and TJ Rainey — Tampa Groupie Homewrecker Heidi Reece

Heidi Reece and TJ Rainey  — Tampa Groupie Homewrecker Heidi Reece
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This woman is a bar groupie who met my husband of 10 years on Nov 3, he told me and our 9 year old daughter he was leaving us Nov 9. And has been in full relationship with this gutter trash since then. She has tried to get close to my daughter through my husband( which of course confuses our daughter) She has no Moral Compass as neither does my husband TJ Rainey.. She hangs now on any and all the “Band Guys” or any other men that will allow her. She even ran into my childhood sweetheart and his wife and asked for a Double Date with them ( SMH) which of course they were disgusted and stunned by ( Like I said the woman has no SHAME) Just be mindful to all women with your men around this woman, she knows no bounderies.. I do wish the both of them all the bad karma that will come on them and hope I can sit back and watch this CLASSLESS GIRL and my husband get all they have coming to them. While I raise our daughter fulltime, enjoy the ride while it last. Jen

Maria Nicolini — Trapping a man by getting pregnant

Maria Nicolini — Trapping a man by getting pregnant
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This skank women has shown pictures of her tits and nasty crotch to every associate that she works with at Lowes. She eventually found that by sending naked pics of her crotch and licking her vibrator to her boss she could get him to start sleeping with her. After breaking up twice in July amazingly she ends up pregnant in August. She has taken a man away from his son he has lost his car and everything so that he can be in his unborn childs life.

Chiante Monique Davis — Married woman sleeping with married man

Chiante Monique Davis — Married woman sleeping with married man
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BEWARE she will knowingly sleep with a married man and she doesn’t care about the families she destroys in the process. Misery loves company did I mentioned that she herself is married. Pathetic excuse of a woman and mother no morals, character or values. Who gets Pregnant by a married man??? Now she has 4 kids from 3 different men, damn near 40 still acting like a lil girl.

Felisha McDaniel — Home wrecking dope slore

Felisha McDaniel — Home wrecking dope slore
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She dont care to split family’s apart she gets a thrill out of it. She prays on older married men. She wrecked my marriage and destroyed my family.

Brittny McDaniel — Poster child for DRDs!

Brittny McDaniel — Poster child for DRDs!
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This nasty slimy hoe has slept with an ENTIRE circle of friends and when the circle came to an end, she stole her friends husband of 9 years! And the dumba55 don’t even understand why the wife has an issue, meanwhile she has tried to dip her fingers in every aspect of this womans life…. she is a child playing a very adult game!!!! No man or woman is safe when this b1tch is around!!! Has a small child of her own but don’t ever have the baby but always has time for the clubs and bars! So if you see a slime trail steer clear because the slug is on the prowl again!

Renata Greiciute — The Lithuanian b1tch

Renata Greiciute — The Lithuanian b1tch
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Renata is a lithuanian woman who is struggling to survive in the states, she married a man to help support her and give her a green card playing the US system. She got involved with a married man who has a split personality disorder but the b1tch does not even see or understand it. He has a daughter and his wife is pregnant with his twins. She does not care and continues to persue the man and destroy their family. She will pretend that she is an absolute angel, very manipulative b1tch and tells her prey that they are sad and empty and deserve happiness. Watch out for her, she just needs citizenship. She is a heartless evil selfish woman who only cares about herself but karma is already unfolding in her miserable life. Roth in hell kekše!!!

Bryan Dolfi — Disgraced Elementary School Principal Bangs Employee on Desk During School

Bryan Dolfi — Disgraced Elementary School Principal Bangs Employee on Desk During School
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Bryan Dolfi at the time of this affair was an Elementary School Principal. In 2013 when he was promoted to Principal this was his first, and hopefully last, time he was put in this position. He immediately began to survey his all female staff and soon had picked women to work with closely. There was one in particular that was always by his side, whether at the end of year parties or the school trip to Sea World, Bryan Dolfi and his “favorite” were connected at the hip. They were talking on the phone before and after school hours and sending text messages from the beginning, including during their first summer apart. Bryan Dolfi was married and so was the other woman, but none of that mattered. It meant nothing that his wife was pregnant; he still couldn’t control his need to use his position to prey on his staff members. From the time he was given this position as Principal he was always with this favorite employee at the events they attended together. He did not care at the time how toxic this employee would be to him and his world and he couldn’t resist the attention he got from her and other female employees. This affair took place during school hours. Some of their sexual encounters happened inside the school in his office and hers. He has admitted to bending her over his desk and she has admitted to sitting in his lap to have sex. He would come to her office anytime during school hours and immediately close the door and close the window blinds. As a principal he was offered the opportunity to attend a three day principal’s math conference and invited this employee to go with him, at the taxpayer’s expense of course. She had no business being at this conference except as his girlfriend. They used the time to have sex in the parking lot at the conference center, to have dinner and drinks, and on the last day they cut out early to get a hotel room where they got drunk and she asked him to sodomize her, which he happily obliged. He drove home so drunk that his wife became suspicious and checked his credit card charges, oops! His wife kicked him out when immediately started lying, the best story he could muster was a random girl he met at a bar. The two adulterers then spent the next three days cleaning their electronic devices and getting their lies straight about the affair. Bryan initially lied for six weeks and then he decided to “come clean” when his wife wasn’t buying his bullsh1t, but as is typical of liars and cheats, even his truth was full of lies. Bryan has disgraced his family, his employer, his school, and his community. This was his first time in a leadership role and he clearly couldn’t handle the responsibility to community that comes with the job of elementary school principal. He played female employees against each other. He was warned by another female employee that people were talking about the relationship, she saw them kissing at a school fund raiser function, and his reaction to this employee was to lie and deny everything. When he was caught and knew he had to tell his wife something, instead of telling her the truth he talked it over with his employee affair partner and they concocted a story because “Telling the truth would hurt their families too much”. In reality, telling the truth would let their families know that they are selfish entitled home wreckers that can’t admit fault. That is the reality of why they lied and continue to lie. Do not be fooled by this predator. He hides behind a nice guy persona all the while manipulating his employees for sex. Every charity function or fundraiser was just an opportunity to spend time with his girlfriend. He had a wife at home, and yet, couldn’t stop himself from expecting oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex with a coworker. Bryan had his work girlfriend plus a wife at home, and he did it all. He found someone who lacked a conscience and morals just like him. If you were harassed by Bryan Dolfi in the past speak up please. Predators never stop unless exposed. The most expensive thing in the world is trust. It can take years to earn and a matter of seconds to lose. May he experience the heartbreak and pain that he so casually dispensed on his wife, children, parents, family, coworkers, community, employer, and everyone else that did not deserve to be disrespected by his selfish entitled behavior. Bryan Dolfi is a liar, a predator, and a home wrecker.

Destiny Marie Porter — Time To Expose You

Destiny Marie Porter — Time To Expose You
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so where to begin im 28 years old i was in a 8 year relationship got out of it and then i was single ounce again. For 3 months i was so lonely and depressed and longing for more i wanted to get out of the current city i was in and wanted to move to Florida things didn’t pan out and i started to give up hope so one day i went on {redacted}m/ talking with many people dodging many sketchy people and i suddenly ran in to this girl shes 19 she was 18 when i met her who was very gorgeous and had a smile that melted my heart at first sight we instantly had a connection and chemistry felt like it was a sign from god i was talking about flordia so much what more of a sign did i need but the first day we metwe exchanged info we got into a long distance relationship even the first day she said she loved me and i said it back i couldn’t not be away from her i wanted to spend every moment with her talking everyday she made me feel so good inside honestly the way we looked at each other was amazing we could talk about anything and everything we connected and shared similar experiences i felt like she was my soulmate the ying to my yang everyday we talked for hours on hours she was living with her sister and now her sister ex boyfriend which i will say is a cool dude but back to the story so within the first month we wanted to meet each other she saved up money to buy a plane ticket to come move to chicago because he sister and the now exboyfriend were breaking up and her situation was getting worse with her sister then even had to stay at a motel for a few days because they couldnt afford the electric bill and her and so basically she bought the ticket and her sister put her in the most fuked up situation because we were talking everyday basically snitched to her family about her talking with some guy in Chicago who she doesn’t know and she is moving so basically she couldn’t goto Chicago because her family and sister said she could get raped and killed and she doesnt know me but anyways now she previously moved from Boston to Florida where her family would dictate her life and she had a sh1tty upbringing and she moved to Florida in hope to progress which she wasent at all with her sister was bringing her down more so basically its like this she wasent coming to Chicago which crushed me and she was gonna go back to Boston because she didnt wanna stay with her sister because they got into a huge fight and her uncle bought her a plane ticket to goto Boston things so were getting complicated and i thought my relationship was going to end with her but back to the story she went to a party one night and called me and we talked she broke down n she decided she was going to stay in Florida because her sister was guilt tripping her and she didn’t wanna abandon her sister and have her endup homeless so i was more accepting of that because if she went back to Boston i couldn’t see her but its cool she stayed in flordia and we continued out long distance relationship her sister and her sister ex bf were fighting everyday and it got to the point where my ex now needed to be put on the lease because she was being threatened to be kicked out but long story short everything worked out he moved out she was put on the lease and come September 28 she bought me a plane ticket to go see her on October 18 to the 27th originally! but that changed ill get more into that later on in the story but things were great everything was working out as planned we were talking everyday i was in love so lets fast forward to about a a week before i get out there her sister was talking to this new guy who we will call slob for a couple weeks n who lives in Boston he was coming out there to see her sister on the 10th with his friend and i was going out there on the 18th so it was coming down to the final count down till i meet this girl who i am in love with whom i been in a relationship with for 3 months and im so excited so 3 days before i got there she was going out with her sister and the dude who came and his friend to Halloween horror nights at universal i told her to leave her phone because i didn’t want her to break it and to text me when she was home or call me because we talked everyday but she didnt get home till the next morning at 7 am and then text me when she was on her way to work which i found to be a little shady because i was worried all night about her and its not like her and she didnt text me but anyways she then called me on facetime later on that day we were talking for a few after she got out of work we talked for about 45 mins then she said she was going back out with her sister and the dude and his friend again and she went drinking which shes 18 smh didn’t hear from her all night again that was the last day that they were out there and going to return to Boston slob and his friend but back to the story sorry its a long one so one day before i go out there and were talking on skype and she is drinking vodka and wine shes getting wasted before i come 3 days in a row something wasent right but that didn’t matter because the next day i was going to be out there and regardless of all the gut feeling i was getting i was letting go of all insecurities when i got on that plane and i got to hold her in my arms and give her the promise ring that i bought her so i arrive in Tampa i take a taxi to her and i start walking up to her apartment complex and called her she came out we kissed for about 3 minutes straight i put the ring on her finger i went in her apartment with her met her sister real quick we went into her room and made love so i was finally there with the love of my live the next few days was the most amazing time i have ever had felt in a long time so come day 4 she was cooking for me and i bought her a bottle of wine even tho shes not the legal age i was smoking weed we were having a amazing time and i was looking at her thru the crack of the blinds out side she was on her phone alot that day and was acting fishy so later that night after her downing the whole bottle she passed out she left her phone unlocked and i know it sounds fuked up but i went looking through her phone and when i went through her snap chat i was so hurt not only was she micro cheating with one guy but 2 guys and was telling them the same sh1t she was telling me im not going to get into details but it shook me to the core so i screenshotted alot of the conversations she was having and i texted one number who face timed her while i was taking pictures off my ipod so i text him and he responded basically saying he will stop by clearwater and see her dont trip and how he gots pictures that would ruin my relationship so went inside after i was outside at like 1 am smoking a cig while i was doing that i went back in woke her up i asked her whos this and she told me a friend and how i get his number so i told her i took it down because he kept face timing her and it let her read the messages i went back outside to smoke went back in after i took a couple hits she got a call from him and when i walked in she was talking to him and i snapped at him she hung up long story short i pulled my ipod out opened my photos n said this is what im really mad at threw my ipod on the bed she seen the hunt on my face she then proceeded to storm out the house and run away i stopped her we sat on the side walk in front of her apartment complex she sat on my lap with her legs wrapped around my back hugging each other tight we talked for a while worked it out next day she deleted snap chat and Instagram off her iphone i was getting over that i wanted to be with her she wanted to come back to Chicago with me we decided on this we wanted to start our lives and progress i really loved her and i felt she loved me and i decided i was gonna stay with her in Florida till we had enough money saved to come back to Chicago because lets be truthful i infact loved this girl with all my heart even tho she did me wrong i did so a couple days past and its her birthday i bought her her favorite cake i bought her Flowers balloons and bought her sister flowers because her bday was a couple days after so her birthday passes its now there cousin came from Boston a day after my ex bday and decided to stay she bought a one way ticket so now its me my ex her sister and there cousin living her so her sister and there cousin are going out that night so were in bed sleeping come around 3 am her sister and cousin are banging on the door i go unlock the door they come in i hurried back in to the room shortly after i hear guy voices i turn to my ex n tell her i hear guys she get up opens the door her cousins is drunk saying get the out please i feel uncomfortable my ex flips kicks the guys out goes back to her sister room starts yelling at her and i hear her sister say i dont know why your tripping for u fuked slobs friend and your trying to judge me and im in the other room listing did i just hear what i thought i heard so my ex comes in to the room shortly and said we need to talk i said yeah we do so what did i just hear she said about that i kissed him now my mind all over the fuking place did she fuk him or kiss him ? im so beyond hurt but after this point things started to get good and bad good and bad till the point where she kept drinking alot not everyday but very frequently i couldn’t stop thinking about how she did me micro cheating and physically cheating now i reflected back to all the gut feelings i had before i got there now i know why she paused so many times on face time where i couldn’t see what she was doing i was hurt and that was strike 2 but i still wanted to be with her and i wanted nothing more but i went against all advice and stayed still even tho i wanted to go back home i stayed i wanted her we kept getting into arguments which i was always the one to try n be calm n talk it out but she was always the one who stormed away or got hostile never let me speak my part so i just let her go on and on its like she always had to have the last word like its her way or the high way it was getting closer to thanksgiving infact the 21 well skip to but just know the whole time i was out there i was chipping in 100 dollars twords rent or bills or food for the household and i was looking for a job out there because i wanted to be with her but this day she was going to a party with her co wokers and sister and cousin and i wasent invited so i was to be left at the house by my self no wifi nothing to do so i was upset honestly i came out here to be with u and i forgot the mention the whole time im there her sister kept throwing the oh u spend all day with her now that u live together u never wanna do anything with me since he got her which is bullsh1t because she always was there for u n u were never there for her n pushed her away or thats what my ex told me so back to the story she was being kinda bogus to me before she was going to the party n i didnt eat earlier that day n she was gonna order me a pizza i declined n i went to mc donalds i left n went came back and she came in the room layed on the bed her whole attitude was different she said i should go back to Chicago and work on me and shes gonna stay there and work on her and well do the long distance relationship so wait ? what happened to a the whole week of telling me prior to this u cant wait to go back home with me to get our own apartment and progress together and grow ect ect and now u want this i know what happened her sister got into her head the part i left out her sister never liked me never thought i was good enough prolly though i was too old for her complained that i need to chip in more when i took out the trash everyday i gave my ex 100 a week and i was respectful i decided right then and there that was strike 3 she kissed me and hugged me before going out to her friends giving party and about 3 minutes after he leaving i proceded to purchase a plane ticket for Wednesday the 21st of November i was in Florida for a month and i was being kicked to the curb so i packed up my sh1t called my friend who lived 3 hours away he couldnt pick me up i called my aunt she couldnt pick me up i was in a bad situation my uaunt had a family friend pick me up and i was saved i waited about a hour before being picked up then i decided to go by her sisters ex boyfriends house to meet him because i would listen to him scream and yell at my ex n her sister while we was on facetime n it would get me mad n he said something about my ex saying she had like 3 other boyfriends n i marked that in my head since i heard it n i wanted to thank him for opening my eyes when he said that n i just had to find out the hard way n i wanted to apploigize because when i was out there i jusdged him n i aint even know him n i actually got to know him hes a stand up dude n i know why he use to call me ex sister a slore n a liar n a chater becuause its true n my ex gon be just like her me n him talked about what happend n we exchanged number i keep in contact with him but long story short i got picked up my ex calls me flipping out crying and a mess on the phone why did i leave n ect ect n i told her it was strike 3 she kicked me to the curb when i tried n i wanted it to work but she had her mind made up but long story short i made it back to chicago im still sad and depressed a week passes i still havent heard from her n i went on instagram went to her sister page seeing my ex deleted her instagram she made a new one n she is now seeing another dude now what i left out is everyday i was out there we had sex i did not pull out so i most likely got her pregnant not heres the kicker idk if she fuked slobs friend when she went to halloween horror nights or just kissed him now back to the story i text my ex on instagram trying to get closure and trying to civil im still hurt honestly and i sent her a few messages n she blocked me so i made another page n messaged her a bunch of messages which stike me dead if im lying i was respectful n not being a a55hole no response so i message her new dude telling him hes gonna get the same thing done to him that she did to me n that the next time she n him kiss remember this hows my d1ck taste i know its petty but im still salty about this n she proceeded to call my mother n say that she felt unsafe and felt like her life was in danger trying to get the innocent oh i am being harassed and being threatened n hes a physco trying to contact me n that i ruined her life and that ill never hear from her or my kid again like playing mind game she told me while everyday of having sex shes inertial so why say your preg and try n use the oldest trick in the book why not trap the new guy your with wouldnt that work out better for you but my question is now she told me back when we first started talking shes against having a abortion so why is her sisters ex boyfriend telling me that she missed her period took a test n made a appointment to get it aborted because her family would kill her for doing that and throwing her life away but yet calls me n tells me that shes preg ??infact shes playing games so now im sitting her on the sidelines not knowing was going on but that my story about her so she micro cheated on me with 2 3 guys on snapchat while we was in a long distance n then before i got there actually cheated on me n wanted to me to go back so she can cheat more like i legit wonder how long she knew this new guy she is with the whole time she was talking with me kinda raises my eyebrow but im glad im done dealing with her but if shes pregnat ima get custody of my kid because ill be dammed if another guy gon raise my kid n the fact she couldn’t even tell me she moved on just for me to find out like im still very hurt about this and the kicker she said she loved me more then her ex boyfriend who passed away due to a heroin overdose which i believed when she said she loved me more then him but yet she loved me more n cheated on me n moves on that quick lets be real this girl is a hoe just like her sister

Rhiannon Marie Brownell — Recruiting Slore

Rhiannon Marie Brownell — Recruiting Slore
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Ok.. My BF is retired from the military. About a year ago he realized he couldn’t sit still for long and he became a recruiter for a government contractor. While on LinkedIn he gets a job offer from another recruiter. Turns out the b1tch is offering more than just a job. According to recent text messages, she is now in love with my bf and has asked him to kick me out so they can be tighter. He’s not innocent in this either. Oh.. and because I had my suspicions, I called this recruiting slore and she assured me that there was NOTHING going on between them. Why lie?

Bryan Dolfi, Thank You!

Bryan Dolfi, Thank You!
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Thank You, Bryan Dolfi, Thanks for being the worst kind of man. Thanks for being the worst kind of principal and leader. Thanks for being the worst kind of husband and father. For all your lacking in character it did benefit me in one way, I was awakened to the reality of my wife whom I had been married to for almost a quarter century. I saw the mask come off and it was not pretty. No, really. Thank You! You have no idea what a nightmare you saved me and my kids from. After ten years of lying she finally admitted to another affair with Paul Wood. Of course, like the affair with you, she never apologized. If you and Christine Pittman had never shown your true selves the world might still assume you are kind, compassionate and honest. It’s hard to keep up that image when you have an affair while your wife is pregnant, bending your coworker over your desk, getting sucked off in her office, and basically treating her like the slore she is. Not to get too graphic we’ll just say that you managed to use all of her and she even begged for it. To reward you for your homewrecker services I am offering you Christine for keeps. I know you have said you don’t want her, and who could blame you, but just in case you change your mind when the never ending lack of trust at home becomes another weak justification to exploit your female coworkers, here are the behaviors you will get to enjoy: Immediately following your commitment to her, expect withholding of attention, affection, and sex. She will no longer have time for you. Whatever you do it will never be good enough and whatever she does wrong will always be your fault because you aren’t good enough. Every conversation is subtly destructive and covertly abusive, both mentally and emotionally. You will realize you are not in collaboration, but somehow you are in a competition. Pathological lying and withholding information, even unimportant information, to make her feel powerful and superior to you will become maddening. Serial cheating will be constant; attention and admiration are her drugs of choice. Oh you thought you were the first? Far from it! Gaslighting becomes her only communication method. When asked why she’s being so cruel and inconsiderate you will get; Denial, triangulation, minimizing, blame shifting, stonewalling, projection, and the best of all, having a “Clintonesque” conversation about what the definition of the word “is” is. Disturbing lack of empathy because your feelings just don’t matter and her need to see someone in pain that she caused fuels her and makes her feel superior. Her inability to take responsibility for her actions and ALWAYS playing the victim, which she will make easier because she’ll smear you with everyone for years, will result in you always being put into lose lose situations. She will never offer a sincere apology and any disagreement will never have a resolution other than she does what she wants without question. Financially you will be expected to spend nothing on yourself while she takes a minimum of four vacations a year with either the kids or her girlfriends. You won’t be invited. The trips with the kids will be used to condition them to the new family dynamic; you will then be the father of a golden child and a scapegoat, or black sheep. Through the use of belittling comments followed by nice actions and also inconsistent rewards the kids will begin to realize they aren’t “good enough” either. The vacations with her girlfriends will be to spend your money on them so they think she is generous and to look for new boyfriends or one night stands to satisfy her never ending need for attention. Silent treatments will become the new relationship style. If you say or do something that she doesn’t like, she will implement the silent treatment which can last for days, weeks, and even years. Every holiday or social gathering will be ruined and it will always be your fault. She must be receiving the most attention, if not, she will make the special occasion a nightmare. All the attention, affection, and sex that she has been withholding will be given freely to any man she meets. But you already know this don’t you? She will make it her goal to know all the things you like so that she can make sure to NEVER give them to you while giving them to everyone else, preferably while you are watching. She will smear you to her friends so that when the day comes that you can’t take it anymore and you kick her as55out they will say she was the one who tolerated your bad behaviors. She doesn’t really have friends, she has fans, they’re groomed for years to never question her, or risk being shunned by the group. Shocked that a person as I have described above can even be considered a human let alone be allowed to interact with any living creature. The magnitude of the damage they can inflict onto another human is wrong on every level. The reason they aren’t easily identified? They spend their entire life creating a persona of perfection, all of which is just another lie to cover their cruel behaviors to the people closest to them . So once again, thank you Bryan Dolfi for being such a selfish scumbag. Thank you for being the kind of man who couldn’t work with women without making them objects, who was willing to risk his marriage, family, career, and name to get another man’s wife on her knees. You obviously don’t have any values, especially family values, and don’t care about anyone else besides yourself. You deserve everything you get and the people around you deserve better. Thank you Bryan for using Christine and throwing her away like a used piece of cheap furniture, if I hadn’t witnessed how much she still wanted you and was still continuously lying for you I wouldn’t have had the strength to kick her out. Maybe at some point in your miserable life you will get the opportunity to experience the pain you so easily and happily inflicted on your family and the families of those closest to you.