Youtube comments of Denise Bacher (@denisebacher5040).

  1. I’m merely 22 minutes in and I’m sobbing. For all you kids and for my inner child. My abuse started at roughly 6. May be earlier, but my father ( not one my abusers) remembered the first time I told him what going on I was 6. It was my eldest brother, who was 13. I told after the 3rd attack because I was very sore down there. My mother took my brother’s side. Said, by telling, I was “tearing the family apart” and that I “just refuse to be a good girl”. After her punishing me, I never again told my dad. And I tried to keep it from my mom because I didn’t want her to know I was being a “bad girl”. Soon my brother brought in the second oldest brother. They would even sexually assault me in the family car, in a parking lot with people walking by. One time an adult male came up and took his junk out and was stroking watching what was going on. Not kidding. When I was 9 I went to spend the weekend with my aunt and my two cousins. The elder of the two cousins brought me to meet some of his friends. He sold me to them for $25. He swore if I fought the boys he’d tell my mom I was “bad again”. When I turned 12 my parents divorced and my mom had to get a job ( up to that point she had my father working 2 full time jobs). Well she didn’t like that so she hooked up with someone she KNEW was a pedophile ( she worked with his teen stepdaughter who had confided he was abusing her) and pretty much gave me to him if he’d work to support her and us kids. The abuse from my brothers was still ongoing, so at 12 years old I was coming to avoid going home if I could. But I had a younger sister and I could tell the pedo was interested in her, so I stayed and kept the abuse on me. For just over 6 more years. By the time I was 18 my stepdad did make his move on my sister and when I found out I told my mom I was going to cops. But soon I was talked out of that by my mom. Assured that it would never happen again. And she was right. It didn’t. For my sister. As a family we went to Knotts Berry Farm and my stepdad was sexually molesting me every chance he got. And at 19 I moved out and got my own place. Oh throughout all that time all my brothers ( I actually have 3 but the one closest to me in age never sexually touched me) were allowed to choke me, smash my head into walls, and any other physical abuse they wanted. If I complained or cried out my mom would say “Denise leave your brothers alone.” I’ve attempted suicide twice. I don’t drink or use drugs because I don’t like the feeling of losing my faculties. Makes me feel vulnerable. Plus I’m sure I could easily become an alcoholic or drug addict because of wanting to drown these memories. And in adulthood I’ve been raped twice. So, yes, I so can relate to your family’s story. Oh, I finally told my dad about the abuse continuing well past 6yo. It devastated him. Any time he spoke to me after that he’d apologize that he didn’t save me. I wish I had never told him. I lost him when I was 31 years old. And with his death there went the only family member that gave a crap about me. My sister says that because I let it go on so long I must have been enjoying it. That was truly the biggest betrayal.
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  6. The moment the doctor said he moved his wife because the lighting was bad in the bathroom that he was lying. And he moved her a couple times, according to him. Moving her from a firm flooring to carpeting. Just so many things wrong there. But definitely the moving her out of the bathroom. I used to work as a nurse. Elder care. Worked in a facility where our floor was for patients who needed 24 hour care, but above us were reside who were just retired individuals , living in apartments. Their meals provided for them in a large dining room. But if they had emergencies we responded first. One night a wife called and said her husband had slipped getting out of the shower. I went up with another nurse and the man’s head was between the toilet and the tub. He had a gash on his head which was bleeding pretty heavily. We eased him out so we could do CPR and address the wound, after 911 was called. But we didn’t move him out of the bathroom even though it was a cramped space. Because you can do so much more damage to a person if you do so. I learned that in high school when I took nursing assistant course. First Aid 101. The patient had had a stroke and wound up on our floor after he was released from the hospital. He never did get better from his stroke. Which saddened me because, from the pictures in their apartment, you could tell they were an active couple who loved traveling. And now they were confined to the health center. His wife was so devoted and truly a wonderful woman.
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  92. This is my exact thoughts about abortion. But I also feel any woman thinking of an abortion should have to have go through an ultrasound to see that it is not a clump of cells. Women will not stop having abortions until they see they are being used by the pro abortion society. I even worked as a security guard at a Planned Parenthood. And I saw firsthand that the staff didn’t care about the patients. One lady after “a procedure” fainted while waiting to check out. She collapsed to the floor. All the other patients were of course freaked but front staff just stared and one lady picked up a phone and then some nurses came out. I know they were not doctors because one of them asked the other if they should bring out the doctor. No EMS was even called. I asked if we should inform the husband, who was out in his car with their toddler. I was told no. The two nurses checked her blood pressure and pulse as she lay there unconscious quite awhile. Front staff still just acting like it was nothing. I stepped outside and told the husband and he was upset but worried about bringing the toddler in and seeing his wife like that ( maybe don’t bring your baby to an abortion appointment was my thought) but then did go inside. I patrolled outside and then came in and she had come to. They had her propped against a wall sitting. And she was drinking some juice. Again no EMS was called. There were other incidents of them showing how little they cared for their patients, but that one still upsets me.
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  172. My stepsister was diagnosed with bipolar polar disorder after the birth of her daughter at the age of 27. But I am sure she had been showing signs of it before then. She was just a powerhouse in business and I was in awe of her for quite awhile. Though I was worried for her daughter, because my sister would go off her meds and be crazy. The courts had to order her to stay on her meds if she even wanted visitation with her daughter ( father had full custody because of her mental issues). Once her daughter graduated high school, back in 2014, my sister ( 49 at the time) went completely off her meds and became seriously paranoid. To the extent she lost her home, bounced around living with people but then was sure ALL of these people wanted to SA assault her. Her pastor AND his wife. Her best friend and her husband. Even their teen son. Other friends. Women at women only shelters. Even her daughter’s husband. And my bf who helped move her stuff from a storage space to my home. She didn’t move anything he did all the loading/unloading because she had to not get close to him because he wanted to rape her - this after she calls me last minute at work and I ask him if he could help her as he’s leaving work. Also at this time federal government wanted to kill her because she was actually born in Russia and was planted as a child with my stepdad and his wife after training from birth to be a killer ( Think Little Nikita or Black Widow). So she had to stay moving around the country. She was in a bad car accident in 2019 and they had a psychiatrist evaluate her ( because she was crazy at the hospital) and he said she was a bi polar paranoid schizophrenic. Her daughter has the medical documents. She stayed with her daughter ( husband and their son) for a few months and then just abruptly left and went to Hawaii. It’s been a few months so I’m not sure where she is now. I try to keep in tough with my niece but I prefer to ask about her family rather than her mom.  @sophiapatti7606 
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  185. And as to people saying elderly people are mean and cranky. Please try to see life through their eyes. They are probably in constant pain. If their spouse has died they’re lonely unless they have friends they get out of the house with. Friends are probably dead or dying, so they have no one who relates well to their lives. Family is too busy to come around so their only interactions are with people they hire to do things for them and cashiers in stores. They do not understand things like the internet or apps, unless someone comes to spend time to teach them. Movies and tv shows are vastly different than what they are used to and again without help they won’t be able to find the channels that rerun shows they know. Their eyesight is probably very bad so reading is not as enjoyable and audiobooks will be another thing they need someone to come help them with. Plus their bodies are now giving them roughly 4-6 hours of sleep a night making them cranky because they just are not getting restorative sleep. If this was YOUR life would you be a smiling ray of sunshine or just hoping to go to sleep and never wake. I worked in elderly care right out of high school until I got married 7 years later. And the crankiest residents only wanted people to read to them, watch shows with them, listen to music they liked and just really listen to them when they share about their favorite memories and experiences. I’d come to work early to just sit and gab with patients because I grew up not knowing grandparents. Plus knowing that so many of them had their children take away their homes to put them in nursing homes where they are forgotten saddened me unbelievably. I swore I’d never put my parents in a home and I won’t. If my stepfather calls and says caring for my mom is overwhelming I will just quit my job and go help him. And I know I’m the only one of 4 kids that will do so. The rest don’t call unless it’s a holiday and then that’s iffy.
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  189. Wow! I was sobbing at the beginning and I sobbed towards the end. For two different girls. And to think, if Christa had a normal upbringing she probably wouldn’t be where she is now ( we cannot just say it was all her upbringing, as I imagine her bipolar disorder led to her being a monster as well). Besides not all abused children murder or abuse their kids or other children/people. By 6 years old I was being sexually abused by one brother, who brought another brother into it within two months. At 9 years old my cousin sold me to 3 friends of his for $25. At 12 years old my mother’s second husband was also sexually abusing me. This all went on until I was 19. And through all that time I was also being physically ( my 3 brothers all would also physically abuse me) and mentally abused. All the sexual and physical abuse was my fault entirely said my mother. Every part of it. My mom KNEW her choice for a second husband was a pedophile ( she worked with his stepdaughter from his second marriage who he was also assaulting sexually). And I was at just the right age that he liked. So, of course, I know now it was not my fault, but as a child it was 100% my fault. And my mother has made no effort to ever make it up to me. She says she did it to make me stronger. I may not have become stronger ( who really can) but it did make me adaptable. I just accept what is happening and move on. Like my two rapes since I became an adult. Or my two failed suicide attempts. But through it all I have never ever thought of severely harming others. Even my family members. And many of them deserve it. My goal through life was to always be the greatest mother I can. Even to children that are not mine. If I could take on and love all the hurting kids of this world, I definitely would. And I know MANY people in my support group who feel the same. So no, not every abused child becomes a monster. I truly hurt for Christa, but she chose that path.
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  256. HAPPY CHRISTMAS and New Year, Danielle! I’m so glad I found your channel! JUST WOW, to this story! I sobbed so hard thinking about all those children and Ed thinking they were going to die! Bravo to Ed and Mike!! ( Truly very sorry Mike had a hard life, I pray that is at an end!) Also sobbed thinking of the reunion between parents and children. Those parents had to be going out of their minds wanting their children back! I once lost my daughter for 3 hours and I was freaking out! Her and her older sister ( they were 8 and 9 at this point) would get off the bus together, which dropped them at the gate to our community. They then would run to my condo which was 200 -300 feet from the gate. I could see the bus stop from my living room window. Well they both got off, let themselves into the community and the older daughter ran home, but the younger one was talking with a friend who lived in the complex. The older one told me that when she hurried in the door. So I’m not upset she did hurry right home. But 10-15 minutes go by and she’s still not back so I tell the older one to listen for my infant ( 6 months old who was napping) while go get the missing child. But there was no sign of my daughter. The friend said they parted ways and she had no idea where she went. I walked around our complex asking anyone I saw if they saw her. Nope. Went back to my house thinking she was there. Nope. But the baby is awake, so I send the 9 year old out to look and ask other kids in the complex ( she knew where all the friends’ houses were whereas I just knew a handful). She came back and said some kids said her sister had gone to this one house where every now and then the grandchild of the owners would be visiting ( my daughter and the grandchild were close friends). But my elder daughter knocked and no one answered. But the kids said someone had answered the door. I got the 6mo occupied in eating a snack and went off again this time to the last place my daughter was at. I knocked and knocked and then their neighbor came out said she thought they were gone. So I wandered around some more, calling my daughter in THE mom voice. Using her whole name. No sign. I’m freaking out. I go back to where’s she’s last seen and another neighbor says she’s sure the couple hadn’t left because she had just seen the woman closing her blinds. So I start knocking and knocking not giving up this time. This couple was not deaf or elderly so there’s no reason they could not hear my knocking. Soon I was banging and still nothing. I got to their backyard, climbed over their fence and walked up to their back door and knocked. The lady came to the door startled and angry. And I explained I was looking for my daughter and before I called the cops I figured I’d ask them personally. Sure enough my daughter was there!! The couple and my daughter were watching movies in their den they had made into a movie room!! “It’s hard to hear anything in there because of the speaker system.” I went off about them having my daughter in their house. The woman was indignant and her husband acted all “well let’s calm down, ladies”. I took my daughter and left through their front door! And then I lectured both my daughters that the new rules of my house was to come instantly when you get off the bus and to ALWAYS tell me where they were. That became the rule for my baby when she got older as well. And that middle child was grounded for a day from anything but books for 2 days for the scare she gave me.
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  268. I remember I was listening to the radio and the radio host was talking to this guy who had a squatter problem. The guy’s son was watching their house and let some friends move in. Then the son couldn’t get them out ( they were doing damage to the house) so the homeowner called the cops. Cops said because the “friends” had started getting mail there they had established residency, tying the police’s hands. Homeowner files to get them evicted. Three months later the court rules they have to leave. BUT in that time the squatters had moved other people in and they established residency. And the homeowner had to now file to get them evicted. This went on over a year with MANY squatters having a revolving door of people moving, establishing residency and then having to be evicted. The homeowner was going broke from all the lawyer fees he was paying. I think it was nearly TWO YEARS before he got his house back. And my parents had a squatter problem as well. They had an insurance agent who they had casually mentioned to that they were looking to lease to own their house to as they had bought another home. She mentioned her son and daughter in law might be interested and eventually things got hammered out and she put money down for her son and his wife to move in. They paid two months rent and then abruptly stopped. My parents went through all the legal channels to get them out. They got removed though, 6 months later, when they were arrested for running a meth lab in the home. Not kidding. They had no electricity or water to the house. The garage was used as a garbage dump. My parents had to pay to have the house torn down and for some service to come and clean the soil because of the meth lab. That couple cost them tens of thousands.
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  338. So truly heartbreaking! Poor Suzanne. I had to start working on something else so I wouldn’t try empathizing with her when you were describing her torture. I just knew I’d freak out and start sobbing. And I did start to cry when you spoke of her thanking the people for helping her. Because I could just see her thinking about that kid she pleaded with to help her and him not doing it but these utter strangers were helping. And then I was thinking that Jean and Bernadette’s kids probably turned out not much better than them. Because I guarantee you Jean and Bernadette didn’t start off life being sadistic monsters ( none of these killers do). No they probably lived horrendous childhoods themselves. No excuse at all. Because look Suzanne had a really rough life but she was sweet and caring. So yeah all the torturers chose to be monsters. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Jean and Bernadette’s children were into crime. Breaks my heart also, thinking of moms being monsters, that Suzanne’s mom wouldn’t put her kids first. I literally cannot fathom it. But I see it so often. My daughters when they were in school would have friends who had horrific childhoods and I would just “adopt” them. They would even call me mom. I would feed them, give them rides and let them spend the night. If I didn’t have my narcissistic husband they’d have been living with me permanently. But he minded our money feeding kids that weren’t ours. I still have 3 of my youngest daughter’s friends who call me “Mom”. And I delight and celebrate in everything they do. One of the girls even has a mom VERY MUCH like Suzanne’s mom because the girl had dropped out of school, moved in with an abusive bf and tried to get help from her parents. The dad is dying and said he wasn’t helping her. But the mom has a bf and a great house but the bf doesn’t want the girl living there so the mom took her bf’s side instead of her daughter’s. And if I didn’t live in a basement I would’ve let the girl move in with me. So many parents just truly destroying their kids lives. And then the kids have kids of their own and the cycle repeats.
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  358.  @christinapugh8848  I really cannot comprehend it either. How can you look at another child or even some innocent person and think “Well my life was sh*tty, so I’m gonna make your life shitty or make your life end”? In second grade, while I was being routinely abused in all ways ( E, S, P and V) I turned looked at this disfigured boy who everyone ran from (calling him a monster) and saw him start to cry. And I walked back to him and asked if he wanted to play. And every recess that I saw him I’d play with him. For roughly a month. Then he didn’t come to school. But his mom did and said his heart gave out. And she thanked my mother ( the school called my mom in) that I was friends with him. That it meant so much to her that he would come home talking about the things we played. My mom told me about how the mom praised my mom for raising such a sweet girl. My mom after telling me that said “Guess you CAN be a good girl. Just not for me.” After that boy I didn’t allow bullying around me. Through all my school years I would stick up for kids and nearly got beat up, but I would have taken it to stop that particular kid from having fear. Even for a day. Never got asked out. Well except in 6th grade. But after that my stepdad ( one of my abusers) said there was no dating ever. He came in my life at the end of 6th grade because my mom knew he was a pedo ( she worked with his current stepdaughter/victim) and knew he preferred young teen girls. And I was 12. And my mom didn’t want to have to work to support her kids. The trade worked perfectly for her. When he died he left her a million dollars, a large motorhome and 3 bedroom house all paid for. Completely. Would be nice if I was compensated. But then I’d feel like the words my mom used to yell at me starting at 6yo.
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  370. Her parents were just ashamed of their imperfect child. They didn’t want her embarrassing them so they probably gave her Benadryl or other things to keep her inside the house. Until she became afraid of going outside. Then they realized they created a monster and discussed it with the doctor. But that fear of the embarrassment was too much to allow Lacey to go to an asylum. “I mean someone could gossip!! “ Just cannot have that when you have political aspirations. So they just decided to ignore the issue. Probably started ignoring her altogether. Thats how the mom had absolutely no idea how old her daughter was. Soon they didn’t need to even put the Disney flicks on because Lacey was too sick to care anyway, but they’re so used to ignoring her they don’t notice. I can say this all because my nephew is autistic. 23 years old and he watches Elmo’s World on repeat. And if he spills water on himself he will strip himself naked wherever he is. Or he will loudly call to every male “Hey John!!!” ( there’s a few of these in his life so I guess he figures every man is named John) Because in his brain he can. Luckily my late brother and my sister in law would distract him easily. But now it falls to my SIL and I’m not adverse to glaring at people who give judgmental looks. And my SIL keeps him involved in everything she can to get him out of the house. ( that will end soon though because I guess people figure autistic people only get to 23 and then they don’t need services) My advice to the state of Louisiana, throw these adults ( can’t really call them parents) in a very deep but very small hole. See how they like being confined to one spot for decades!
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  433. When my abusive now ex husband left me ( and our daughter) and none of my family would help me, I rented rooms with an elderly woman and her elderly renter. When I moved in the house was pretty similar. In the pantry there was a bag of cat food that rats got into and peed and pooped on and the mold grew over. Bugs crawling everywhere in other foods. Rabbit and cat messes everywhere. The smell assailed you. Looked like rats had been getting to newspapers on the end tables as there were pellets( different than the rabbit) and pee stains that had seeped through to the wood. Dishes in the sink were moldy. When my landlady moved out she threw out everything and it took her 17 trips to the dump to get rid of all of it. And I had deep cleaned 5 years before. I would sob as I cleaned because I couldn’t believe my life had fallen to that. But one thing I can tell you about hoarders is they are mentally unstable. My landlady would wipe her butt with wipes and throw them away. All fine. But she’d never take out the trash. The mound would go up one side of the toilet and down the other before she had the wipes on the windowsill behind the toilet. And she bathed and dressed in that room. Got ready for church in there. How she even could walk in the door… I would leave trash bags on the counter and she’d leave them there or push them aside. So I would have to leave them on the toilet or wrap the box of wipes with them. And I won’t even go into her bed and the moldy dishes. She’d just buy new plastic dishes and cutlery every week. But never threw away the old stuff. Just stacked it on her bed. Which she slept on. All this shared to say I do believe Erica was just mentally gone. She probably checked out after the abuse of her 10 year old and each additional pregnancy where the level of stress was astronomical because she didn’t want Raymond to leave her but she also didn’t want a beating from him. So she disassociates with her pregnancies ( oh and I agree that Raymond wanted no condom) and can’t see them with any love because she’s not supposed to have them. Yes she’s to blame but I’m viewing her mental collapse on Raymond.
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  520. I agree wholeheartedly. My second husband was carrying on an affair for roughly 4 months. I was getting suspicious because he’d say he was going to Walmart, ask me if I need him to get things and I’d tell what was needed and he’d be gone 3-5 hours and come home with nothing. Then he’d say he went to Harbor Freight first ( kind of a hardware/tool store ) and forgot about Walmart. But he didn’t buy anything at HF either to show for being gone 3-5 hours. Another time he said he was leaving but, when I went into the garage to get meat out of the freezer, he’s in my car. In the backseat just staring at me looking like a raccoon who got into the garbage. I wait for him to get out and he finally does and he’s angry with ME! When I accused him of cheating he said I was crazy and started this rampage of putting me down every night. And he said would explain away phone calls and absences by saying he was talking with a friend. “You are so crazy! Are you that pathetically insecure?! It is just conversations with a friend!!” Finally he came to me and told me “Okay I’m going to go spend a month with her. When I get back, we will know where we…” I told him there was “NO f**king ‘WE’” and for him to get out of of the house and NEVER come back. The one thing I said to her was, after finding out who she was from her Facebook account, I saw she considered herself a devout Christian. So I sent her a message asking her if she remembered the Bible’s stand on adultery. That was it. All my anger was for him. But even then I paced all his crap up and put it all in his car. Okay I did pretty much a factory reset on his computer. He had changed the password ( he thought he was so smart), but google helped me figure out the backdoor around that . I removed all family photos I needed onto a thumb drive reset his Facebook password and then wiped the drives of everything non essential to logging in. And that was it. I told my daughter to be respectful to the woman and my daughter was for a long time until it was obvious the woman actually wanted nothing to do with my daughter. He and she NEVER let my daughter spend the night. Woman didn’t even come to my daughter’s graduation where she was valedictorian. Nor did either come to her college graduation where she got a bachelor’s degree in microbiology ( studied stuff to work at the CDC). Only animosity I have for that woman is all the slights to my daughter after the divorce. Her cheating with him I was angry with him for. Because he was too much of a coward to tell the truth.
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  535. My daughter and I went and saw it opening day. 6:15 showing so there was no reason it was half full. Other than people may have been waiting until the weekend to see it. But the movie definitely was not great. I’d give it 6 out of 10 stars. They changed the location from Europe somewhere to pretty much Jamaica. Except it’s a Jamaica in the 1800’s where Hispanics are married to Asians and some people talk with English accents and others with modern American. Ariel’s dad is played by Javier Bardem. Her sisters are all different races ( like one is very dark complexion and another looks like she’s from Scandinavia but they all have the same parents, but only Ariel looks like the mom. Prince Eric is white, sounds English. His parents were black ( they adopted him) after he was found shipwrecked but that is not explained really more than that. Ariel’s mom and Eric’s adopted dad both die just after Ariel was born and supposedly Ursula had something to do with it, but again no details given. And because Eric’s dad was killed the Queen won’t let anyone go into the water to do international trades, but Eric has been doing it for years. So… Oh and there’s a scene where she says he cannot go looking for Ariel and yet Eric does so, but later they say he’s been stuck in the castle. And speaking of Eric leaving the island he has this atrocious singing scene as he’s looking for Ariel. Not atrocious in that the actor cannot sing, but poorly shot and the song, written by Lin Manuela, is so horrendously bad lots of people were murmuring they should have not included it. And the Under the Sea and Kiss the Girl tunes instead of having MANY voices singing like in the original they had 2 for the UTS and 3 for KtG. Plus they cut out one where Sebastian nearly gets killed by the chef ( Les Poisson). There were other things that didn’t make sense ( like Ursula fighting with her tentacles as though she’s Doc Ock ) and other tweaks I wasn’t happy wit. But that’s because that original movie is my fave Disney princess movie. I have the cd. I know the songs by heart. I did love the underwater scenes and the chemistry between Eric and Ariel was good. And Halle Baileys voice IS beautiful. But all in all I would have rather seen Guardians of the Galaxy 3 for a second time. ( Now THAT was a fantastic movie!)
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  537. I read an article decades ago, I think it was in Newsweek. It was about Scientology. One of the examples they gave about how the “church” works is they watch the obituaries ( the article actually used an example of this) and if a well off family patriarch dies they reach out to the widow. And they are at first sympathetic. But soon they tell her she has been sad too long and she doesn’t have to be. So she goes to one of their sessions ( I forget the actual word for this) for $500. It of course doesn’t work. So she is advised to take the next level for a thousand. And it just keeps upping until she is giving tens of thousands. Thankfully the actual woman’s family stepped in and put a kabash on this. But the example they used was not limited to just her. And the article wasn’t just about them scamming widows but that always comes into my mind over everything else. I was living in San Diego with my husband, he was in the Navy down there. We were walking around in downtown San Diego, and there’s a Scientology center ( not sure if it’s still there) and they had people outside of it handing out flyers They force a flyer at me. I crumble it up, tossed it back at them. I told them to keep their trash, but then I noticed that my husband had taken the flyer and was actually reading it. This was our first fight as a married couple, because I told him that he didn’t want to get involved with that church. He said “You’re always pushing me to take you to church.” I said “I don’t want to go to that particular cult.” He said that he had read all of Elron Hubbard‘s books except his church books and he was interested. I told him that if he were to get us into Scientology I would leave him. He was already involved in Amway and I hated that. I was that determined I would never ever be involved with that church. I took him home and showed him the article. He read it all the way through and he said “Wow that’s fucked up. Definitely a cult.”
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  559. I’m less than 10 minutes into your video and I agree that bullying has serious consequences on the people being bullied. My youngest was 13 when we switched schools for the 3rd time on her. That didn’t seem to be detrimental to her. We’d have her friends from her last school down on weekends or she’d stay with them. But she started in 7th grade and her second day she was accosted by girls trying to be Regina Georges. They asked her where she was from, complimented her hair and other inanities. Then the Queen Regina asked her “So do you have a crush on any of the boys?” My daughter explained to her that because it was her second day in a new school she didn’t know anybody. Regina said “ Oh, so you’re a lesbian! That’s all you had to say, sweetie! I don’t think we’ve had any lesbians here in this school. Or the district.” And with that to Regina‘s locked away, and then the bullying started. Shoving her into lockers, tripping her spitting on her, shoving her as they’re running track. And so many more physical things. The mental abuse was even worse and all those physical things were only done, at first, by girls. The boys were doing sexual, physical and mental things. She’d come home pleading to never go back. This from a daughter who used to plead to go school when she was sick. Who was class president in every year of her elementary. Who volunteered for all projects the school had. I’d go down and be yelling at school staff but nothing was changing. And my husband was caught up in an affair he was having so he had checked out of parenting ( my daughter and I had no idea about the affair). If I pushed him to get involved he’d yell at me that she just needed to toughen up. Years later he’d say he didn’t remember at all that she was being bullied and said I made it up. 🙄😑 My daughter’s home room/science teacher even joined in . She had badly sprained her ankle and couldn’t participate in PE. PE teacher is okay with that and tells her to just do her homework. A week into my daughter’s sprain ( her pediatrician said to keep it braced for 3 weeks and come back because they couldn’t really tell if there was a break because her foot was so very swollen), the science teacher comes in and would make snide remarks at her about not participating. Didn’t care about her not or her ankle brace. And I again had to go down and go off on office staff. Soon I decided to homeschool her. Her grades had slipped from perfect to B’s and that upset her as well. I homeschooled her to the rest seventh and high school, and then she decided she wanted to go back to a brick and mortar school as they’re called and she graduated valedictorian. Got a full scholarship. Graduated college with high grades. But she never got over the social anxiety or regular anxiety or truly doubting herself that she developed from all that bullying . She just called me last night having just got off work. She works in a lab doing research and she was just sobbing about how she knows she did everything wrong. I said “But you say this everytime and it is not all wrong like you think. It’s because she just doesn’t have the confidence to say “I did the best job, performing just as I was showed.” She’s never dated. Girls or guys because of her anxiety. And all of it breaks my heart.
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  601. Not that my mom has ever shared this but I am sure she was abused as a child. Her mom died when she was 10 and, because her dad was battling tuberculosis, she and her siblings were put in foster homes with different families. Her family wouldn’t let her in the house ever. She even had to use the bushes outside to … And this went about a year ( winter was especially bad she said) that went on and then her uncle petitioned the courts to get custody of all the kids. And I think that man or one of her brothers SA her. I do know she got physically abused by her uncle. Anyway you’d think she would break the chain but no. So I was abused in all possible ways. Sexual, physical, emotional and verbal. That all began around 5 years old. And I learned then to not complain because the abuse was my fault, said my mom. And if I complained to my dad I was tearing the family apart and she’d physically and verbally abuse me. By 9yo I decided all I wanted to be in life was a good mom. A mom not like mine. And I like to think I achieved it. When my mom was asked why she let me be abused she said “I thought it would make her stronger.” Stronger. Well I was strong enough to not be her. Oddly, my sister, who wasn’t abused is my mom. Her daughter and grandkids hate her. And her son has attempted suicide a couple times because of the trauma she inflicted. One of his times he told her he was going to do so she said “Well do it right because I’m tired of this.” EDIT: I also wished I could fly away from my life. I dreamed about it so often for while I truly thought it was true. Jeanette is better off now. Even if you don’t believe there is a Heaven ( I do), the abuse is over. Now if only someone could help Angela leave this world.
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  632. Okay, not a glamorous job but my stepdad worked at a naval shipyard fitting and repairing pipes. This was in the 80’s. One day his supervisor informed the crew that the federal government wanted to be more inclusive. That they had been accused of not hiring enough minorities, including women. And that the women were complaining they were not getting paid what the men were ( mind you they didn’t work in the pipefitting area). So they hire some women and other minorities. Then the women were complaining to HR that the tool bags were too heavy and they couldn’t hold the pipe and do the fitting or welding. So supervisor tells the male crew that his bosses said the men need to carry the ladies tool bags and help when the ladies need help holding a pipe. My stepdad was so livid when he shared that with us and I completely understood. I was roughly 17 but I thought “why should you get the same wage for not putting in the same effort?!” I now work in a male dominated job. But I get paid exactly what the men do. Because I do the exact same work as them. I put in as much time. And I learn everything I need to about the job. Every new position I’ve moved to I quickly become the expert. So women should NOT IMO get paid the same as a man if they won’t do everything the males around her are doing. If your coworker puts in 16 hour days, 7 days a week, you damn well should. And if he sticks to it throughout the birth of his kids, you damn well should. You can’t cry “equality” when you’re putting in 50%.
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  633. I had given birth to my youngest and went back in for my 6 week checkup. Saw a new midwife ( I hardly ever saw OB/GYNs) and the whole exam was just her and I. No nurse. I didn’t think anything of it because it was a woman so I let down my guard ( I had been sexually abused from 6 to 19yo by family members so I was hyper vigilant around men). My guard should have stayed up. She did the pelvic exam then started on checking my breasts. As she’s doing so she starts stroking my stomach down to thigh with her free hand. Keep in mind I am 34 and have had other babies and had many breast exams. Both hands are used for an actual exam, using just the fingertips. She also pinched my nipples to check for lactation, but did so in a more sexual way ( hard to describe but I got the same feeling off her doing so as my my husband). She then shifted to the other side and started on my breast but not standing alongside my breast area. No she was more at my hip area and she decided then to also “check my kegel muscles”. Yep. Slid to fingers in as she’s “checking my breasts for lumps”. She kept asking me to squeeze her fingers. Over and over and over as she is doing this and argued with me when I complained I have never had this kind of exam. “Have you ever been middle aged and given birth to a child? We lose strength in our pelvic muscles with age and childbirth.” I told her, as I started to have an anxiety attack, “I’d like you to stop now.” I told my husband about it as we drove home ( he had brought me to the exam because we didn’t have childcare for the baby). Him knowing my history said I should report it if I didn’t feel it was right. I wrote an email complaining about the exam and never saw her again. I do not know about if she continued working there, but I was glad I didn’t see her again when I went in to talk about birth control some 3 months later ( I was on the pill for breastfeeding moms but had stopped breastfeeding because I had become depressed and went on a anti depressant). Maybe I should have checked to see that she was removed from practicing, but I was thinking I may have overreacted, and I wasn’t seeing her so I let the matter go. Except mentally I didn’t let it go because at random times I’d replay it and get that same sensory reaction I did when thinking about my past experiences.
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  665. Hi, Danielle! I hope the week is wonderful!❤ I worked 8 years as a security guard. And you’d be surprised by how many coworkers I worked with are just like this POS. One even raped me ( Yes actual penetration). Twice. At work. After the first time I went to call my daughter to break down to her. She even answered the phone. But he walked in and said “What are you doing?!?! Telling someone what a wh*re you are?!?!” I told my daughter “I have to go.” And I tried to appease him to get him to leave ( like Edwin he drove around but his patrol area was a whole county whereas I was stuck at a county park). He raped me again and told me “Wear sexier underwear next time.” I had just barely started at this job and I was trying to keep it because I was a single mom of a 15yo. So I said nothing. Did nothing. I sure didn’t tell my 15yo. I just couldn’t burden her. And every other site my company sent me to was full of sexual harassment or guys molesting me. My last 10 months with the company I worked with guys who did that crap all the time. And reporting it did NOTHING! Another gal who worked the site said “Now you know why I fought to work graveyard. I don’t have any of the guys around me. They are downright disgusting and management doesn’t care.” She left the company soon afterwards. October of ‘23 I went on an to I anxiety meds. All the rape stuff flooded my brain non stop. Jan 2nd of this year my main harasser/molester tried to kiss me and I had enough. Had to go on medical leave. I have a therapist. Now I’m unemployed and I sob because all the jobs I get offered are security jobs. And all because the companies who are supposed to make businesses and other sites feel secure, are filled with guys who shouldn’t have ANY power. BTW I am suing that company.
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  679. I never understand stalking your exes. Someone doesn’t want me I may look at their Fb or IG to see what is new in their life, once in a blue moon. But going to their house and following the em around? NOPE. No way I spend that much time on the loser ( because he left me). Crying is all they get out of me. I did know a gal who could NOT get over her own version of John. She stole his keys at his work and made a copy to his set ( she then dropped them somewhere for someone else to find a turn in to lost $ found) . Then she let herself into his appointment. Took a tape of him and his new gf getting it on so she could critique it ( not kidding - she asked others to get involved in it). She was in his place one time when he came home with his gf. She snuck out of the place and then when they were inside late at night she used the key to let herself back in and stood by his front door while he and his gf were “distracted”. She eventually got over it and started dating someone else and when HE ( ex) found out he sought her out for a booty call and she gave in. Slept with him while dating and engaged with new guy. Even the night before her wedding night. Then kept cheating with him until the marriage was over. And that shit went on between the two of them for a couple years. He’d date someone and she’d get crazy jealous. She’d date and he’d hit her up for sex to keep her on the hook. Last I heard they hadn’t seen each other since her second marriage. I think because he was afraid of that husband. But she never remained loyal to that husband either. SMDH
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  682. It’s funny ( sarcasm) to me that I got reported to CPS for 😱 piles of laundry in my front of my washer ( sorted and on the floor because I had a stackable unit in a closet - an apartment - so no laundry room ), dishes in my sink ( NOT ALL OVER MY HOUSE GROWING MOLD, just in my sink) and the smell of urine ( my youngest at the time was potty training and this was before pull ups so sometimes she had accidents on the carpeting). All of it was “unsubstantiated”, but then we were reported 13 years later because a cable guy came to install different cables to our condo and he went into my daughter’s room and her kitty litter was “OVERWHELMING”and there were dishes and garbage nearly everywhere. It actually was bad, but she was a teen and I was at my wits end to get her to clean her room. Rest of the condo was clean but we get a CPS visit for that. Last visit for them was when I asked my primary care doctor for a referral to a therapist or psychologist because I had chronic depression and PTSD from my being abused from around 2 ( when my mom burned my finger with her cigarette - I’m 59 now and still have the scar) to all the sexual, physical, psychological and emotional abuse from 5-19 years old by multiple family members. And that my husband left me. My doctor was very sympathetic and said I’d be getting care as soon as possible. HOWEVER his referral lady reported me to CPS for all the abuse that happened to ME but said I was inflicting it on my daughters. That I was allowing their stepfather ( they didn’t have one) and my sons ( I only had girls) to SA them. That I put out cigarettes on their skin ( I NEVER smoked) and other things I told my doctor. If my daughters weren’t at my sister’s house they were going to be removed!!! And this vile, evil, horrific woman is ACTUALLY abusing her kids and she gets to keep them. Oh and I NEVER got any warning they were coming out. Just BAM there they were.
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  759. I was there at the beginning of people getting on the internet to chat with others around the world. I had guys hitting me up, no joke, to film myself urinating. I am serious. And the panties. I never did it, but the way it works is you get a PO Box and they send a check and you send the “product”. There were also guys who would pay you to wear under things they bought and you then take pictures of you in them and send them over the net. I would be on AOL talking with other mom’s of toddlers and get private messages like that. The moms and I would crack up and be shocked at the perversion. And usually it was someone who came into the “room” you’re in ( different servers to take you to different areas of AOL). So these pervs would see us talking about bottles or our kids not sleeping through the night and think “I’ll message the lady talking about her 22 month old not sleeping through the night. She seems like she’d film herself weeing. “ 🤪 And I COMPLETELY, WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree that we do not know if Sharon agreed right to the end. Maybe, at the time he starts beating her, she said “Stop, I don’t want this!” But we will never know. Because we have only HIS word. I’m just glad he doesn’t exist in our world anymore. Edit: Danielle I listen to a LOT of true crime, but you are without a doubt my favorite in this. Because I know you have true compassion in your heart for the victims. And empathy for the loved ones left behind. I am praying for you that 2024 is heaps better than even 2022 ( which makes it leagues better than this year). Have a blessedly wonderful rest of the year, recharge and come back when you are ready. We will be here waiting happy in you having spent time on YOU. And Daisy.
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