How Abuse Became the Crutch for Hoes and Their Behavior.....

I have read.
And reread.
Your post.
About Love Conquers All.... A-HEM!
Now, understand reader that she posted this before I was even awoke. South Africa is 6 hours ahead of Nazi-America. You will find that this post isn't actually about Love, but is actually a response to MY POST talking about how she is talking all of this forgiveness, yet she is unfollowing and blocking and all of this childishness.

Now? For starters? What should grab your eye is the fact that why is she creating a response if she is not reading My Blog? But she has talked about how she's never gonna be involved with me again and in this post she highlights some lame examples of how relationships and the wrong kinds of love within those relationships cause the relationship and love to fail. She then goes and then directly responds to me without using My Name to address me, while knowing that the post within itself directly connects to mine, which of course....

Shows she is reading here.
But?
She's been emotionally abused by me, so?
Why are you here, Stacey?
See, you think that because you're over there and I'm here, well?
You can shit on me whenever you want and then, what can I do about it, well?
This blog is the first piece of what I can do about it.

It irked you, didn't it, Stacey?
It irks you that now, I am doing to you, what you thought was cute and funny to do to me, however? And note reader, that she never goes too far. Because she knows that if she goes too far then I'll actually start posting chunks of Our Relationship so you yourself can see what actually happened. And that irks you too.
But it wasn't irking you when we were together and you were hoeing around behind my back with Dave? And note, reader, I posted her post, yet? Nowhere in it does she speak on the fact that cheating on your lover will destroy any relationship. Period. This lack of admission is how her daughter ended up in Thailand. And still has zero respect for her, which is why she didn't know anything about her being pregnant until she was literally a few days away from leaving. And? Leave you did, didn't you. Where?

How long has your daughter been in Thailand again?
How long, Stacey?
2, 3, oh that's right, barely, just barely, a year.
One. Whole. Year.
She couldn't make it one year without getting knocked up pregnant by the first hard dick she hopped on. And tell me something, where exactly did she learn that from, while you're speaking on how relationships and love and so on, work and don't work? Where did she learn that getting pregnant with the first fool you find is always a winning notion?

Was it you?
Or perhaps Sharde?
Who did the same silly shit if I'm not mistaken.
But? You vetted this man who is the father of Your Grandchild, right?
The same way you let Warren beat Randyl after he finally snapped because you taught her;
You run mind-games on the man whose bed you're sharing.

Now?! While you're offering all this, sagacious advice to further fuck up other women's lives, is this emotional abuse right now? Me, typing this out and talking about what has actually gone on in your life and how the only reason why your daughter made it through high school, was because I kept forcing you to be her mother and not her high school best buddy.

So you have that listed in your post that the "I did this for you" person is also, please. Please, ho, shut thine mouth and know thine role. I said all of that, to give you your justification to finally go and be the cheating dirt-bag you are. You see, I needed you to feel secure enough with your scumbag behavior to finally start proudly flaunting your illicit relationship with David Evans. I threw the "I did this for you"-line in there the same way that I played dumb with Dave himself when he called me. Meanwhile, fool?

I am not you.
I love My Son.
How can I accomplish what you keep seeing if My Mind is occupied with Chasing You?
Your own vanity and ego makes you an easy mark by every stretch of the word. You're like the typical loudmouth coward who talks loud with the whole "Hold me back, hold me back"-bullshit scene to attract attention and draw a crowd so that you can weasel your way out of getting your ass handed to you. When I called you there are only 3x's that the calls were genuine and to the reader, while YOU may think this was supposedly going too far, no. Because I am not Zo Williams. I will not put in work and build a woman up where her own parents could give two-fucks, except for when Your Father told you "Why do you keep coming back here?"

But he knew why.
He raised a coward.
He raised a loudmouth.
Who likes to talk, because he and especially Your Mother, reward you for talking when you don't know anything. And your mouth has been the only thing that consistently works, while your brain lags woefully behind. Now?

Is this emotional abuse, or me insulting you, where?
I have the proof.
You gave the proof on your own blog.
Even this rebuttal to my post, is proof that you are skulking around and reading here, while you bitch. And moan. And whine. And claim, I'm doing great! I'm happy! Pics Pics Pics!
Then?

Why do you come here?
Why?
You say you don't invite someone back into your,
Why.
Are you here?
If what you said was true on your Facebook account over the last 3-years, why have you all of sudden taken an interest in constantly reading what I post? I never loved you, according to you. So even your post today doesn't apply because Your Facebook posts from years ago were all tagged up and meme'd up about how I don't love you, so? According to them, we never had a relationship, so?

What was I getting out of this whole exchange?
Pussy pics?
I had vintage porn magazines and access to enough porn to start a convention, and I actually knew pornstars;

So why exactly would I need you to provide me with internet pussy if that was all it was? When I could get real pussy from real women either in my own neighborhood or internet pussy, from France? Really, if I was after internet pussy, why bother getting that from you if I could attempt to get if from the woman in the picture above!? And note, you made sure to take the first chance you got to keep doing your damnedest to convince me to stop talking to or having any expectations from or of, Julia Channel. Because your ass was scared we'd end up fucking. Meanwhile, no such thing was ever going to happen. Note, you did the same thing with Chiaki Kuriyama.

It is funny that you speak of emotional abuse, yet you made sure to do your best to drive off or attempt to convince me to stop dealing with any woman that you remotely thought I either liked or loved or talked to where you swore somehow I'd cheat with them or fuck them or whatever, where?

Isolation is a classic tactic of an abuser.
Yet I never once said that what you were doing was intentionally trying to isolate me so that only women that you thought I had any romantic or physical connection to, you kept pushing for me to get rid of them. Unlike you, I understood and understand that paranoia is NORMAL when a woman has been through the bullshit you've been through, however? Looking at the crap you've typed after wasting nearly a week to come up with it? And the best you can do is once again claim to be a victim while knowing full-well you willingly threw away your happiness for nothing but airport-dick. And the worse part is the fact that you don't think that being honest about what you did to cause your own downfall, isn't directly tied to you now becoming a grandmother out of the blue. Yet, you mention none of this in your blogpost dealing with emotional abuse or the fact that you were constantly trying to get me to avoid and stay away from any woman that you thought I might be even remotely attracted to. How about that Julia Channel look-a-like bank teller that you got angry with strictly because she looked like Julia Channel!? You don't think that's a little crazy for a grown woman to attack a woman she doesn't know and is simply doing her job, because you somehow think she's a threat while I am on the chat with you over 8,000 miles away from this Imitation-Julia....?

Where is irrational possessiveness and paranoia in a partner at among your list of abusive relationships? Should I dig deeper into the fact that you can't even distinguish reality from fantasy when it came to sex and I had to pull you back numerous times and actually calm you down because you would go so far overboard with sexting and chat-sex with me, that you would honestly react in a manner as if any of the people or situations that just went on were HONESTLY in front of or around you? Where is your conversation with readers about dealing with a paranoid-delusional personality?
As a matter of fact, you never mention your infidelity at all, which would utterly destroy your entire premise and argument about being a victim of some sort of abuse by me. Why is that though, while she attempts to offer you as readers, some of her dull-ass obvious, insights?

It's like this meme here;

This? Is You, Stacey. Except for replace the words nerd and replace them with I'm such a bohemian.
Bohemians everywhere have demanded you stop associating your tired turned out ass with them. And now, some of you will say that, this isn't exactly a nice post I'm typing here and why?

Because the reason why the world is messed up, is because whores and troublemakers like Stacey think shit is cute and funny to cause calamity until calamity either befalls them, or comes and finds them. When you decided to claim that you were emotionally abused and then insinuated that I am the person you speak of, then? Where is YOUR PROOF?

Now? I could STOP RIGHT HERE.
You see I CAN PROVE YOUR INFIDELITY TO ME.
Would you like for me to provide proof?
I can always provide proof?
And then you can provide your proof.
I can PROVE that you WILLINGLY thought it was cute and funny and just and fair, to go after your family members. Where I didn't just ask you, I begged you to stop, because it was unnecessary. But where in your post, since you found some supposed bohemian glasses of wisdom?

Where within your post about love and forgiveness and all of that, do you point out that when you lie to your lover and then cheat on them with someone you have a record of having cheated with while you were married, well? Love will be conquered. Love will be destroyed. And understand, I know full-well that you could care less about the truth or facts. But I find it funny that you dare to show your face and run your mouth, while nothing but lies fall from out of both. You have no problem with poisoning anyone who will read your nonsense and then begin repeating the same nonsense that you did with me. Why don't you explain to people what exactly is going on in this picture and why;

Why don't you tell them what I said to you that has you looking this way, if what I've said about you being unfaithful, UNNECESSARILY SO. Isn't true. Now?
You run along and type up another lie to try to convince people that acting like a selfish, petty, greedy little whore. Who thinks that as long as you get to do whatever you want, it's okay. As long as you can go and isolate me from women where....?

If I wanted those women?
I'm not Dave.
I'm not Zane.
And I'm not you.

I don't start a relationship with someone simply to cheat and fuck around behind their back with somebody else. But you did put in your post that loyalty isn't the issue, or...? Something like that right, lemme see again....

'You owe me' love where the person you're with won't release you from that relationship, no matter how unhappy you both are, because you owe them the time or even loyalty that they'd spent on you throughout that relationship.

Keep in mind, that because I know of all the idiocy that went on with you and those around you? This could be applied to when you were with Zane. It could be the countless times Wendy was using her girlfriends. And of course it could be you claiming I am doing that now, well?

You don't wanna reconcile you don't wanna be bothered, fine. Go on about your business, you aren't doing anything for me besides badmouthing me and bullshitting and then stalking around behind me, as usual. And again? Why does the person, you know what? Your blatant attempts to never fill in any context and details for readers is something you learned with your family and parents. You put on here that the person won't release you from that relationship no matter how unhappy you both are? But then I remember you did that with Zane, where? You stayed in that nightmarish mess for no other reason other than to keep being able to have access to his money. Or is that unimportant to bring up to your readers? Zane himself went berserk plenty of times and said this himself, meanwhile, like you;

He was the one only after pussy from you, so?
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, now he's upset?
Because he let you browbeat him into restarting a relationship where he didn't...?
Care.
At all about you.

Just like you, complained about how you spent money to see me and what about your money when...?
You were cheating...
On me.

Is this a custom and culture of Coloured South Africans? Where you guys willingly do the wrong things and do dirt and then complain when....?
Your fiendish.
Villainous plan.
Fails?
But!? The plan...!?
Was stupid, and made no sense! Who? Who does that!? And for all the Black People reading here, note? Our flaws and fuck-up's are broadcast to all four corners of the globe. Yet Stacey's family will sit on whatever horrible atrocity takes place, even when they know they shouldn't, speaking of which!?

If your younger brother starts beating his new wife?
Are you gonna take responsibility for not telling her about how your younger brother is?
I mean, it is funny that you pretend to have morals, but? You just left your daughter in Thailand and for what reason exactly? And I do love how poorly you tried to mask that finding out she's pregnant really upset you, but then you covered it up quick, however!? If? She decides to act and follow the things you taught her? You do know that she's in Thailand and slick bitches and bastards disappear everyday there, you do know that right? You did sit down and remind her that she can't have that Warren crap going on where she can't play mind-games with this guy or cheat on him, you did tell her that, right?

Oh yeah.
You and your award winning mother were too busy racing for the plane to get home.
Meanwhile? Your Mother has an excuse for not staying, you? Do not. And running away after being ambushed at the last few days with "I'm pregnant!", really? You waited till we're literally about to leave to spring that one, huh? Yeah, it's like she's still doing the same childish shit from when I was with you, yet? You think I need to "follow you on Facebook", when I already know you've had to come to terms with a number of times where I told you things years ago and you thought it meant right then and there, when it was all about what was coming in the future. You had 7-years to prevent Randyl from getting pregnant. You had no impact whatsoever on the outcome, yet? You supposedly know something about anything other than how to act like a 43 year old clown.

And, for those reading, yes, a 43 year old clown that I love.
Where this long ass post here? Since I've been typing this, it is now 12:10am EST. I was just on the phone with my sworn brother Art. Originally there was only 54 South African page views. It then immediately went up to 55 and I told him, what time is it in South Africa. He then told me and I said Stacey is up and just clicked on here and he was like "Whhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!? Yo!? First thing in the morning!? But she said you've abused her, man, c'mon! First fuckin thing she does is run up on your blog, really!? That's not the behavior of a woman who was abused. That's the behavior of a woman who's stalking and obsessed."

I then told him Page Views have now jumped again to 61! So now!? You don't want anything to do with me? Yet you just got up and here you are, again!
But after reading that tired-ass, childishly stupid, nonsense yesterday?
I don't give a fuck about how I feel, you talking silly shit, fuck love and fuck you with that bullshit.
Fuck me having any love for you when you come out with this phony-ass, tired, ho-excuse for being nothing but a goddamn THOT! You fuckin gambled bitch and crapped out! Now go spend time with Randyl's dog, where even that toy dog isn't fuckin yours! Amazing, but you're flapping your fool-ass gums like an idiot. Where you claiming abuse of any type on my part towards you, but the post you typed is a direct reply to something where you outed yourself that you are still sneaking around up on here, well then...!? Why do that since you've been abused and all of this by me, go away. Leave. And please, do not come back! This way the emotional abuse I've inflicted on you will finally end and you can stop suffering, where? There are women in this world who honestly suffer from emotional abuse! But to you, shit is a fuckin tool to use because you fucked up and now you got whatever that fake-ass friendship or whatever you got with Dave instead of a relationship. And why haven't you ratted out Dave and why shit didn't work with him yet? You sure are MIGHTY SELECTIVE on who you wanna talk about did you dirty! Go back to your bullshit happy-happy joy, wait...!? But that is what you were doing when I first met you....!