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The bear, it has been poked.

"Someone" came to a couple of my Tiktoks today and left a billion messages that I didn't get to fully read or respond to before they blocked me. I wanted to respond here, to the few scraps that I remember...

Queenie finally has a "break" and here I am, continuing (something, something). A break? Because EVERYONE is DEAD??? Queenie might have gotten a break sooner in her life, if she would have just taken responsibility for the consequences of her actions. If she had gotten therapy, and actually worked it. But she would rather be considered a bitch, than make any kind of admission towards a mental health issue. My continuance of anything is due to her own actions. She doesn't deserve peace.

He hacked her accounts. No. Queenie added him into a fb messages convo with her minions, and we could see EVERYTHING. He told her that he was taught by the greatest hacker around- he meant Queenie. Duh.

Middle sister J would HATE me, and HATE that I'm using the family last name as a username. J, who I've been told was a pleasant enough kid until Queenie got her into drugs and alcohol? J, who Queenie said, "Good, I'm glad that bitch is dead!"? J, who likely killed her boyfriend, and called her brother for help before the police? J, who told her brother that she was in love with him? J, who proudly announced to one and all how she was teaching her little daughter what her vagina was for? I'm not sure I care that she might hate me. Possible that we could have bonded over having the exact same birthday, if she hadn't killed herself before I came along, but 🤷‍♀️ (Silly me, before I learned allll about the family, I thought I could be a nice adult female in the daughter's life, but Queenie was already poisoning her mind against everyone who was not Queenie.)

He stole from her! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Are you shitting me? The cash she begged from him, the soda and cigarettes and and and, the generator he loaned her returned trashed, the car he let her borrow returned riddled with ringworm... SHE STOLE HIS INNOCENCE. SHE STOLE HIS CHILDHOOD. What the fuck did she have that he would have wanted? (Really, all he wanted was a decent sibling relationship like I have with my siblings. She was just incapable of being anything but cruel to him)

He had a swastika tattoo! *clutches pearls* Nah. He had a tattoo, but not that.

He stalked me and I had to get a restraining order against him. 😆 No no no no no. Like I said in the video. He got majorly concussed and had TBI. Because he kept drinking and taking drugs on top of it (thanks, Queenie), he turned Jekyll and Hyde and demanded that I leave in no uncertain terms. I left the state and decided I needed time to figure out who I even am anymore. Over the months, his sanity/lucidity fluctuated. I always just wanted him to get help. Get sober. Get therapy. I was fully willing to come back to him in time, if he could just do that. On what we figure was his last day on earth, I asked him when he was going to start rehab. He said he was ready. But that night, he likely drank everything he could and took whatever he had, as a last hurrah before finally sobering up. Oh, and I NEVER sent the cops to his door. Not for a restraining order, not for a wellness check, not at all. Because I knew what that did to him. When Queenie took out her own restraining order, he saw the cops at the door and thought one of his kids had died. I would never send cops at him like she did.

The ENTIRE family is ANGRY at me for using the family last name as a username. I don't think so. I haven't heard anything from anyone. I never hear anything from anyone. Besides, the family members who count, who are important in my life, either don't know or don't give a shit.

Man, there were like 15 messages that I didn't get to! How did I do, rottenfruitz? Maybe I should read these aloud in a new Tiktok. 😆

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Listening to my recordings from that night...

I am reliving the horror. But this stood out to me. He said:

"'I don't love you' is something sisters say."

This is not my experience with my sisters. We get along well, best if we're in the same room. Much unlike his sisters.

I wonder how often they said this to him. He always said how he was the little brother, but no one sibling-wise took care of him.

I wonder if I could attach the clip right here to this post. Stay tuned, I guess...

(Note to self: V1, 22:14-22:18)

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When their mother died, Queenie went to the house and left this.... list? for her brother to find. This was the very next day. These were Queenie's funeral plans. Bocce. Horseshoes. Beer pong. A microphone and an amp and a playlist, like she wanted to DJ the funeral.

Of course she couldn't get her ass into gear to actually do anything helpful, and her brother and I had to figure everything out ourselves, as she had a meltdown because we wouldn't "let" her do anything. 🙄

If she'd had her way, the catered food would have been limited to tubs of macaroni and cheese, and chicken nuggets.

Also here, listing out what she was doing in the house, like rifling through her mother's jewelry, stealing clothes, smoking cigarettes (that were not allowed in the house but Queenie would do it anyway, even in the same room as her mother when she worked from home, and then deny deny deny it...🙄) and vaping weed, doing shots...

Does this seem like a grieving, bereaved person wrote this? You tell me.

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Just a snippet of Queenie's vitriol. Why she can't leave people alone, I'll never know.

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A man has a job in telecommunications. Call him "Derwood". His brother in law, "Andy", had gotten him into the business decades ago with a different employer. Derwood was let go from that job... But that's not really part of this story.

More recently, Andy now needed a job, so Derwood helped him out and got him hired at his new workplace. However, Derwood is married to Queenie, the Pink Nightmare.

Andy has only been on the job a few weeks when Derwood goes to the boss's house on a weekend to help install some audio equipment. A bonfire, pizza, and beers, and Derwood is happily hanging with the boss.

But Queenie wants to know where he is and why he isn't home and starts to blow up his phone and so he stops answering. She uses their teenager's phone, but he stops answering that when he realizes it's her. He goes so far as to turn his phone off. She's a menace.

So she starts blowing up Andy's phone. She wants him to call the boss, no, she wants the boss's number so SHE can call him, and demand that he send Derwood home! The incessant calling and texting and screaming that don't let anyone anywhere have a lick of peace or sleep.

Eventually Andy tries calling the one number he has for the boss, but it's his desk phone at work. She still wants the number, she thinks he's lying.

The teenager, apparently distraught, goes out driving toward the general area where they think the boss's house is.

What happens next is anyone's guess, but this is the scuttlebutt heard after:

Derwood is allegedly found walking along a road in the darkness, wearing only his boxers (??).

Teenager's vehicle allegedly gets scraped up and loses a sideview mirror, which miraculously was not missing or broken in the morning, vehicle not scraped up.

Queenie has her way and all is right in her world. She has reasserted Control. Derwood is embarrassed yet again. Andy is embarrassed yet again. Teenager is traumatized yet again. Andy's household is traumatized yet again.