I’ve spent the last several days in the hospital, not very well at all. Truth is, I’m still quite sick and weak. But they stabilized me and sent me home to recuperate. If I get worse, or don’t get better, I’m to go back.
Needless to say, being so ill threw a lot of things into perspective, including this blog, that other blog, and all of the people involved.
Some shit’s about to change. It’s about to get real. Play time is over. I’m not going to go into length or depth right now, but I will say this: Ember, you and your puppet master have called me a horrible person because Tabetha’s personal information from her FB has made its way onto my blog, from her creating a fake online girlfriend that her sister’s supposed to be dating, to her sister’s faked suicide attempt and every crooked thing she’s done in between.
So what does that make you, taking a conversation from my daughter’s FB and twisting it into something it’s not?
I’ll warn you once, and once only. Tabetha Jones screwed with my kid, and look at all the attention she’s gotten for the way she treats people. If she’d simply paid my kid back in the beginning, she might still be flying under the radar, ripping people off. But she didn’t. Instead, she dragged my daughter into her slander campaign and landed herself firmly on my radar. You’d better ask yourself very seriously if you want the same kind of attention.
I do know who you are. And I promise you, with all of my heart, that if you continue to drag my daughter onto your blog, you will regret it. Your business will fall under the same scrutiny Tab’s has, and so will all of your associates. I will go all daft on your ass.
Your fight is with me. Keep it with me.
Leave my kid alone.
That’s the only warning you get.