The Karen Saga Continues

The Karen Saga Continues 

I’ve been reflecting on the situation with Karen, and it’s brought back memories of the hell she put me through back in 1992. She evicted us from her husband’s parents’ property because Karen #2 threatened me with a butcher knife. It was a terrifying experience, and I had to call the sheriff for help. We were given a notice of eviction that we had ten days to comply with, and it all came from the Florence, S.C. sheriff’s department. Believe it or not, I still have a Polaroid photo of Karen #2 standing on the deck with that huge knife. It was clear even then that she had some mental issues, but Karen #1 never got her the help she needed. Right before this incident, Karen #1 had been lying to her husband about money, making up stories about having to buy school clothes for my kids, groceries, and paying bills. Her husband would get angry if we came home with fast food because he thought we were spending his money as Karen #1 was telling him she was supporting my family which was a bald-faced lie. I could never understand why he was so upset with us until we found out the truth – Karen #1 was lying to him about our expenses while secretly refinancing the loan we were paying for our car. She was taking out money without his knowledge, causing the loan to never go down. My husband finally confronted her about it, and her spending habits were completely exposed.

There was a car that my husband had been in the process of buying from them, but Karen #1 decided to take back the keys and threatened to come to our house and cause physical harm to me. My husband confidently told her she would never lay a hand on me, which made her change her mind and request the car to be given back because she didn’t like my husband standing up for me. We put the keys in the glove compartment and locked the doors, they claimed to have another key and we ended up locking the keys in the car. After Karen #1’s tantrums were over, she then offered us the car back. It’s typical of Karen #1 to brag about all sorts of things she claims to have done on her social media posts when in reality it’s far from the truth. She always wants attention and clout by making people believe she’s done so much for others, including giving away large sums of money. I find it frustrating that she lies so blatantly on Facebook without realizing it or maybe she does realize it. What puzzles me even more is how suddenly she became a devout Christian after her grandson was arrested for murder. Just before that, I have screenshots of her cursing, Karen #2 smoking pot, and harassing people on Facebook groups, yet now she claims to be 1000% Christian? It doesn’t matter if it’s just an act that she will eventually, have to answer for all her sins and lies about me and my family. It’s ironic because today I was discussing with my husband how sad it is that we don’t get to see where people end up after they pass away. He agreed and mentioned how he would love to know what becomes of certain individuals who constantly use God’s name for their own gain. I have many friends who are true Christians on my social media, yet none of them behave like Karen #1 does. That is why I can confidently say she is fake. And last time I checked, this is still a free country where one can speak their mind without censorship.

Karen #1 pushed religion on me all through my childhood and I literally hated it. No, I didn’t hate GOD I hated she pushed it so hard on us but the household was a complete SIN that we lived in! I can hear Karen #1 saying it now that oh she is lying about deceased people who can’t defend themselves. Well, we lived in a household where stepfather was cheating on Karen #1 all the time at a bar heck she caught him a couple of times, and heck he even had sex in her car and there were footprints on the inside of her windshield. There were times she loaded all of us up to see if his truck was at the bar. That didn’t include him breaking her nose one night. They always and I mean always argued and they were LOUD and 99.9% I was brought up in their arguments why because I wasn’t his child and he made that very clear at times. This was also during the time I was being molested by him. But it is so comical that Karen #1 always says her friends lived next door like there was no way they ever heard or seen the house phone hang out a busted window because he had a very bad temper so when something wasn’t going his way he didn’t care he would throw things. Just like he threw a metal flashlight at me and I moved real fast to the side and it put a dent in the fridge. But oh no there wasn’t abuse not at all. I also have seen the stepfather throw a beer can at Karen #2 and her move so fast to keep it from hitting her and that was a going away party that was for his son that day. But this is the same Karen #1 who divorced him for habitual drunk but he wasn’t abusive. Even had he been alive today I still would be telling my story because I told him I wasn’t hiding this shame anymore. The sad part is at least he was man enough to admit to what he had done to me as a child and stated he knew it was wrong. But Karen #1 is still in denial and telling herself that I’m a liar and it never happened just like you did the day you were told. Do you think I enjoy letting people know what happened to me? I mean I’ve told the same story since that day and you still continue to victim-shame me for something that wasn’t my fault WHY? As a child, I was defenseless and couldn’t fight off a grown man taking advantage of me. As a mother myself, I still am puzzled by your lack of compassion to make sure it never happens again. But I never got that compassion I got called a liar. My childhood soul was taken from me and you allowed it to continue so I will always blame you for what happened to me. You will never silence me! The screenshots below are the replies from my husband about his posting about Karen #1.

My life has been much more peaceful since I cut you out of it. No more phone calls from you, no more having to deal with interruptions and rudeness while on the phone. It was always something I taught my children to never do, but your parenting was never up to par. I no longer have to worry about you bringing unwanted items to our house, as my husband could not stand that behavior. We put up with so much from you over the years, including this most recent attempt at reconciliation. After going 12 years without speaking to Karen #1, I made a mistake by allowing her back into our lives in 2013. My husband encouraged me, thinking she may have changed after all this time, but I remained guarded and protected my heart. Despite everything she had done to me, I started talking to her again after her ex-husband committed suicide; he was also the stepfather who molested me throughout my childhood. I wanted to make sure she knew what happened to the stepfather, but of course, she already did – she even knew more details than one of his own nieces who called me to share the news. Just like when my brother was murdered my stepfather’s wife at that time called and told me because she said she knew no one would tell me. But Karen #1 told the stepfather what happened to my brother. Karen #1 tried to insert herself into my brother’s funeral and it didn’t happen.

Karen #1 had access to autopsy reports and death certificates, but I wasn’t sure why she had them. It was really puzzling because she didn’t have any minor children to get social security benefits for so why did she need to have those reports? Why did she know so much about what went on with her ex-husband? Not that it matters but heck she draws his social security but she hated him for leaving her with his grown child she has said so many times that he trapped her with.  I started talking to Karen #1 secretly, without my daughter’s knowledge, I started communicating with her via email for a few months until we eventually began talking on the phone. But deep in my gut, I always felt guarded around her because I had a feeling she would try to take advantage of me again. Our relationship has never been one of mother and daughter; she has always treated me more like a friend. Sure, I gave her birthday cards and gifts, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I loved her from the heart. In fact, deep down, I knew I was lying when I wrote those words or said “I love you” to her. Growing up, Karen #1 never showed us any affection or told us she loved us, so giving her love as an adult felt forced and insincere. Bringing Karen #1 back into our lives caused chaos that none of us wanted or asked for. My husband, who had a loving mother, hoped that I would finally get the same love and affection he received as a child. But it’s hard to explain to him that there is a big difference between how he was raised and how I grew up without any love. Although Karen #1 may claim otherwise, she knows deep down that what I’m saying is true.

Do you ever wish you could go back in time and change a decision you made? I regret ever allowing Karen #1 back into my life. Despite the countless lessons learned, I know that this was the last chance she will ever have with me. That door is closed for good and no bridges will be rebuilt. I’ve been called every name in the book by both Karen #1 and Karen #2 over the years – something I had to deal with in 1992, 2000, 2023, and 2024. But being told I was the Epitome of a DEMON and DEVIL by someone who was supposed to be a parent. I am usually a kind and respectful person, but when my trust is broken, I can’t show that same respect. Why should I when these people have bashed me online and lied about me? As I’ve mentioned before, Karen #1 only cares about clout and looking good in front of others. When she offered to help my family during a tough time with my husband’s health issues, she said we didn’t owe her anything because “family takes care of each other.” But deep down, I knew there would be consequences because she has always been a manipulative liar when it comes to these things. In hindsight, I would have rather gone without a car or figured out another solution than accept their help. At that point being homeless would have been better than taking the help from SATAN!

My husband and I had a GoFundMe account and a Facebook fundraiser to help with our finances. We also sold some items, including my husband’s van and our lawnmower, but Karen #1 continued to criticize my husband because of his veteran status. She claims to honor veterans, but her actions showed otherwise. She also claimed to be family, but it was all just a facade for her to use against me when things got tough. The one time I let my guard down, she used it against me and continues to do so whenever she talks about me on social media. That’s why I despise her – she’s a liar and evil. It took me 12 years to break free from the hold she had over me and realize that none of what happened was my fault. She refuses to take responsibility for her actions even now. But she always posts about religion and makes snarky comments about me not going to heaven – have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you taken ownership of your own sins and been honest about your crimes? How can you judge me when you have your own sinful actions? Karen #1 claims to have secrets about me that she can share, but I don’t care because I have no secrets.  It just seems like a personal attack on my character because I’m speaking the truth about everything. And yet, I’m not as heartless as Karen #1.

It’s difficult for me to understand how anyone can claim to be a Christian yet treat others with such cruelty. This has always been one of my biggest frustrations with people who label themselves as Christians because they will post about God and the Lord but then live completely different lives when they’re not in church. That’s why I choose not to go to church and subject myself to the hypocrisy of those sitting in the pews, knowing they are sinners. I believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and it pisses me off when idiots tell me I won’t make it to heaven with my supposed “black heart.” How would they know? It’s not their place to judge my heart or whether I’ll go to heaven. But even if I don’t, why is it any of their concern? In my opinion, they shouldn’t be so quick to judge me when they have their own flaws and sins to deal with. And let’s face it, some people just aren’t cut out to be mothers, like the one I was unfortunately given. It may sound hateful for me to say, but it’s the truth. My husband, children, and many others have witnessed how she has treated me and my family over the years. But ultimately, it’s up to the good Lord to pass final judgment on her actions toward us.

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