I’m making one last post on the subject of Tabetha Jones.
I’ve had it. I can swallow a lot, but my gag reflex has finally been breached.
I’m sick of the drama. I’m sick of the lies, the manipulation, the split personalities, psychotic scenarios, exaggerated injuries, the delusional, warped and twisted realities, the victim act, the abuse and her bullying. I’m tired of her saying she’s a biker bitch, a class act, mother of the year and a victim, all in the same sentence… not that she can write a coherent one of those with both hands, a flashlight and a thesaurus.
I’m sick of her.
I’m not changing my routine because any judge or court told me to – they didn’t. But because I don’t like who I am when I’m dealing with her. Even just exposing HER ugliness makes me feel like I’ve rolled around in guck and mire, and I just don’t like it. I don’t like the stench of her anywhere near me, and I truly do not like the taste of her name upon my lips, whether it’s her real, legal name or not.
She cheapens anybody that deals with her. And I’m done letting her cheapen me.
If she wants to run off and be the world’s next supermodel, that’s great. More power to her. The more time she spends rolling around naked in front of a camera, the less time she’s spending ripping off authors.
If she wants to lie to the world and say that she’s got one “class 3” concussion after the next, rip off Cindy’s brain tumor (and everything else), and claim horrible facial injuries despite posting pictures that show not a mark on her, fake accidents, fake suicides, fake pregnancies, fake getting kidnappings, rapes, whippings, beatings, or whatever else she thinks she can get sympathy from, she can go right ahead on.
If she wants to keep telling herself that she’s the mother of the year, well, time will tell the tale of that one. She can lie to CPS, to us and even to herself. But that little girl will be the one eventually that proves whether her mom has been a good one, or if she’s the manipulative, self-centered, narcissistic control freak she’s been described as by people who have seen her “mothering” up close. She’s the one that’s going to have to look at birthdays that no friends came to. Punishments. Tales of “powers” granted by a guardian “arc” angel, and whatever other mythological nonsense mom fills her head with. Lie after lie. One psychotic rage after the next. We’re not the ones she’ll have to answer to for that. Her kid is.
And if she wants to keep repeating the same pattern with lovers over and over, as long as she can keep luring them into her bed, more’s the pity for them. They’ll just have to find out for themselves what they’re in for. Right up until she screws over one too many and the player finds herself the one getting played. She might bitch and scream victim when it hits, but the universe will call it justice. And that’s exactly what it’ll be.
And if she decides to keep ripping off authors, I’ll write about it. Sure. On websites geared toward warning the world about scams and dodgy publishers, like Absolute Write, P&E and Writer beware. And I’ll keep writing to the IRS. They’re the ones that will shut her down for good, sooner than later.
But when it comes to this blog, I’m done with her. She can stroke her ego somewhere else. I’m finished giving her any more attention. She can go whore herself off somewhere else. All the information anybody needs is already out there. All they have to do is google it. If they don’t do that before they sign on the dotted line, they’ll just have to learn the hard way. There’s nothing more I can do.
She’ll never get a free pass for what she’s done to my blood, but that doesn’t mean that I have to keep sinking to her level. I’ve done that, and I’m no better off for it. Some people have been saved from her clutches during that time, so the fight has been worth it.
Now it’s time for people to fight for themselves. I’ve put all the links out there and spouted advice until I’m blue in the face. All the information anybody needs to protect (or vindicate) themselves against her is there. The threads remain open. If anybody has thoughts to offer, feel free to do so. These discussions were mainly to help people, to offer a voice to the voiceless, and they remain so.
This is me, taking the high road, and taking a bow.
You are, as ever, welcome.