This is the second time I know of that L has gone on vacation to Cyprus. It strikes me as a very random place to go. Because I know L, I googled the words “Cyprus” and “witchcraft” and guess what? Cyprus has a history rich in witchcraft. All these posts popped up in my Google search, which was really of no surprise to me. I forgot to mention that in my last Cyprus post. It’s interesting to note her vacation destination choices and if they have any connection to witchcraft. Does Cyprus have a huge out-of-control witchcraft problem? Well google did bring up a few articles about Cyprus and witchcraft interestingly enough.
I over analyze all of L & K’s social media picture posts. Their spooky looking, black and white engagement photos on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. My joke has always been that “the only reason L wants to visit or live in New Orleans is to stock up on her voodoo supplies.” I don’t know if K would have proposed without her extracurricular efforts. I also laughed at their red, animal sacrifice blood wedding cake, or “black velvet,” as they say.
My tragic flaw may be responding too quickly and defensively, with my biting retorts, to the last people on Earth that I should get mouthy with. It is a case of, you never know what people are really thinking and holding back from saying to you, when you are speaking to people. Well unless they are hexing you and they are able to read your mind. In that case, there are no secrets, whether you realize it or not. Since I have no privacy with the F. U. family, I might as well amuse everyone else with the same comments and jokes that I have already “shared “ with my enemies.
I don’t know how active L was on Facebook, before I added K. I desperately wanted to find out if the guy who was driving past me was the same guy from college. I never actually asked him that question though, before everyone started attacking me and commanding me to unfriend him. I sent him a few messages, but I didn’t ask him and he never brought it up. So I have been left with a huge question mark this whole time. I should have told him that his wife and her family were hexing me years ago. It couldn’t hurt really, considering he already knew I was crazy.
If I remember correctly, K was secretive back in college. He didn’t want to tell me too much about himself. He didn’t want me for a girlfriend. He wanted to hook up with me, so he was very careful not to say too much, that may screw up his chances for the night. If he thought I was receptive to him that night, his strategy was less is more, in terms of conversation. I have forgotten any details he shared with me anyway. He was always like this. I think he crazily knows a lot more about me, than I do about him. I do internet research. I don’t try to talk to his friends, neighbors, ex girlfriends, and whatnot.
I probably already said this, but I believe every picture L added on social media, since I added Keith on Facebook in 2014 has been a deliberate attempt to make me jealous and mess with my mind. These are intentionally staged photos. From the situation photographed, the backdrop, the costumes, the emotion conveyed. These are all intentional digs at me. The message conveyed is “This is my man. He is my husband and my property. You can’t have him. You will never take him from me, so you can just eat your heart out!”
I was thinking specifically about the obviously pre planned “candid” picture of L, taken by someone else, from behind, as she watches K surf. The picture conveys that her life kicks ass basically. Here she is watching over K surfing, worrying about his safety, admiring him, and cheering him on. Do a cheer right there on the beach, L! Do a backflip! I am sure she is cheering for herself too! For someone from Philadelphia, or wherever the hell she is from, she is probably doing cartwheels everyday, that she has such a kushy “beach view life” with her cute California surfing doctor husband. I mean, I get why her claws came out very quickly, even though I didn’t know he was married, until she started posting those fucking pictures she tagged him in. Anyway, I am sure someone like her, would be cheering for herself everyday and in awe of her life and good luck, in landing her dreamy husband K.
However, she lives in a constant sweat that her husband is distracted and could walk away at any minute. That has got to seriously drive her crazy. She hates me so much, for being that distraction and the potential winner of this war. She is ruthless though. She could give a rip about her whole family abusing me, stalking me, and terrorizing me. She’s pissed that I put her families secrets on blast. I don’t give a shit what happens to you either. I hope you rot in jail here on Earth and then fry in hell after that! So I guess we’re even.
You are the biggest lying sack of shit though. I know you guys would have killed me already, if you thought you could get away with it. And hold on to K for the rest of his dear life, against his free will. Hopefully I will drop dead before we have the chance, to reunite, right? I see your bitter attempt to stall and sabotage all hopes of that! Maybe we will hook up, by the time I hit 60?! You and the rest of the F. U. family can F-off!
***Thank you to my Indian friends and guardian angels, without whom I would probably have already died and felt fully the pain and physical impact of every punch that I received from Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. Thank you for your help!
***Thank you also to law enforcement and to any one aware of my situation, supporting me, protecting me, praying for me, and aiding this investigation. Thank you for your help!
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