I just puked.
Honestly, I have avoided reading any of this drivel for this reason... Being nauseous is not enjoyable.
BLT is completely and unequivocally lying. She is quite simply put... Full of shit and got you all duped. Everybody is so anxious to jump on the "Hate Kitty" bandwagon you are willing to fall for anything. She is no saint, she's not even nice, She is a con artist, thief and manipulator and you are all falling for her shit.
There was no scene. Kindof hard to make noise when you are being choked by a woman who weighs a hundred pounds or more than you do. I ran for my life at the very first opportunity I was able to do so and didn't go back until she took it upon herself to inform me that she had thrown what was left of my things outside after she had picked and chose whatever she wanted out of it. When I arrived I was accompanied by 2 young Mormon missionaries who graciously offered to help me gather my things up and keep them safe for me until I had a safe place to take them since I had no way to carry it all around on the street. They were appalled at her treatment of me and her utter disregard of what was left of everything I owned. Which wasn't much after all I've been through lately.
I'm absolutely completely shocked at her ability to convolute the horrible way she has treated me into the complete opposite of the truth painting me as the villain and herself a saint and a martyr. Bitch please. All you did was win, you satisfied your penchant for violence and your craving to hurt a slender and attractive woman out of jealousy. Yes I said it... I sat there and listened to you berate every provider in your imaginary hooker competition that you insanely believe you are winning. You freaked me out before you ever laid a hand on me. All those girls you obsess over beating in your own weird hooktard olympic games probably never think of you at all. IMHO you are a psycho. You got a $1,500.00 Kenwood Home Audio System for nothing. You kept whatever you felt like out of my things and then you have the sheer audacity of painting your guilty ass a victim? Ugh... My stomach turned again.
It takes a real saint to beat up a person who is less than half your size... That's a real role model to steal the only nice thing she had and rifle through her belonging like she was at a garage sale keeping whatever she felt like keeping. Anyways... There was no scene made. She's making it all up. She was choking the shit out of me... that makes it a little hard to even utter a croak let alone yell and holler. Afterwards I was terrified of her and certainly didn't want to make a sound and risk further violence at this point. I ran at the first opportunity and I didn't return until she threw all my things out and like I said, that was in the company of the 2 local Mornon missionaries. I have entirely too much class to lower my self to tasteless & unladylike behavior and am a grown woman not a child who throws temper tantrums. I would never disrespect missionaries or their faith. Besides, since I had no car and no way to carry my things that were so considerately tossed outside... the young missionaries graciously offered to store my belongings until I had a place to take them. So when did all this outrage, lunatic screaming and outting by myself that created all this imaginary harm on your poor little self supposedly take place? I am stymied. I am too traumatized by what you did to me to even have the courage to get near your place and risk another encounter with you. So when did it happen? I repeat the whole story she told is a complete work of fiction and a poor one at that.
BLT you are one of the truly lowest of the low I have unfortunately had the extreme displeasure of ever meeting. I certainly did want to call the cops on you and had every single right to do so. Unfortunately, I was intimidated of going through with it by my choice of profession. You knew that would be a hindrance in me calling and surely part of your reasoning why you could get away with the crimes you committed against me.
I NEVER EVEN WANTED TO GO TO YOUR HOUSE! I paid you for a ride to pick up my son and to drop me off where I could rent a room at a hotel. You deliberately took us to your house knowing damn well that is not what I wanted to do You did not feed me. You bought yourself a pizza. I was so miserable being trapped in your house I had zero appetite.
Really all I remember is never wanting to be there... getting verbally attacked and then later physically attacked by you and losing more things I cared about and that hurt me to lose. I remember sitting in the Tom Thumb and the Denny's parking lot all night and all the next day... and I remember you stalking me to Tom Thumb and threatening me with exposure to LE for my profession.
I am telling the truth and will gladly testify in front of any expert or submit to any lie detector test. Unlike BLT I do not have the ability or the conscience to bold faced lie about people to their peers and ruin their reputation and their source of income. Neither do I have the ability to destroy someones life the way she does without a shred of guilt or remorse.... In all honesty, I am in a complete state of shock at how f'd up she actually is and how sick and twisted her world.
I am truly disturbed and saddened by the travesty of justice I have suffered at your hands "bossladythick" hmmm... I guess your name says it all. You are no one I ever want to meet again, I am immensely disgusted by you and the ill will I wish upon you is without boundaries. I am even mad at you for making me feel this way. It's not good for my health at all.
