For over thirty years, I stayed silent to ‘keep the peace.’ All that did was keep me in pieces. These screenshots aren’t about revenge; they’re about truth. Abuse thrives in the dark, and I’m done keeping their secrets
Setting the Scene-
The year is 2017. My sister (let’s call her Jen) threw her husband’s sister of their house, leaving the sister (we’ll call the sister Shari) homeless and sleeping on cold concrete floors of local homeless shelters. I offer to take Shari into my home. She accepts.
The Month is May.
After several months I had sadly and unfortunately found that this was not a healthy or acceptable situation. I tell Jen, and I also, knowing Shari’s income and expenses, come up with a budget for Shari. I find potential housing, inquired about and did a tour of one or two. I OFFER TO FLAT-OUT BUY SHARI THE HOME WITH MY OWN MONEY- NO STRINGS ATTACHED. Shari would only then have lot rent and regular monthly bills. No home rent. No mortgage. No repaying me. I presented the idea to Jen, who went BALLISTIC on me. So I then presented it to Shari’s brother- Jen’s husband.
Nobody responds.
The date is now May 23. Shari’s car had broken down near her work- which was also near Jen and her husband’s apartment so Shari has been staying with them for a week or so. Shari texts me to tell me, and I send a response letting her know that the live-in situation at my place isn’t going to work anymore.
What’s not included in these screenshots
I packed up all of Shari’s belongings and asked Jen if I could drop everything off to her. In a huff and obviously ticked off at me (what else is new), she said I could. When I drove the 45 minutes to deliver every last one of Shari’s belongings I was met with, “You’re a f*cking c*nt. And our mom was right- you’re a f*cking coward.” Amongst many other less than kind words.
The Year is Now 2019. The Month is November.
I had just texted Jen and told her my daughter doesn’t want to go Black Friday shopping with her.
What’s Not Included in These Screenshots
More than 10 years have passed since our mom passed away, and Jen has YET to tell me what “I chose” all those years ago. Smh.
The Year is Now 2022.
After no words or exchanges since the last blow-up, I get a sarcastic birthday card in the mail. I never reached out after receiving it (why would I?), and then get… A THANKSGIVING INVITATION?! The gaslighting here is on fire :p
It Was 2024- I took the bait when she reached out.
Sometime in 2024 she reached out again, covering, ignoring, and refusing to address the last 30 years of blow-ups and abuse. I took the bait, as I seemed to every so often. We communicated on and off for a few months. Mostly off, but without any of her tantrums. Until I sent this message on May 1 2025. After which she called me and ended up CUSSING. ME. OUT. Again telling me that I “made my choice” years ago, all kinds of typical crazy stuff from her. “Same ole, same ole,” as it had become over 30+ years.
Again, true to her nature, 3 months later she reached out to sweep all of her erratic behavior under the rug, and proceed with her gaslighting ways.
What’s not shown in these screenshots
Dozens of times over the years I would be falsely accused of blocking family members. Prior to 2018 my Facebook account was kept deactivated 95% of the time. I had nobody blocked despite the allegations. All these years later I’m accused of having her blocked on my phone, texts, or emails? As evidenced here she is not blocked- nor was she ever blocked on my phone. (Only social media in recent years because of the constant online stalking and erratic tendencies.)
P.S. Yes, this definitely seems to be a “happy” person.
The Fuckening.
Twas 2019. Another sister, let’s just call her Kylie for the sake of this posting.. whom which we had never followed one another on Instagram, stalked mine (as it was public) or perhaps used her dad’s Instgram to stalk mine, found the photo and caption below that I had posted of MY OWN DAD and my son. This sister has a different dad than me- and here is an out-of-the-blue text I got from her. There is no missing context and no prior communication in any negative way. To say I was FLOORED is putting it mildly.
Keep in mind during this era, NOBODY was blocked. No sisters, no family, I had literally NOBODY blocked.
Consistently accused of that, as well as being accused of “playing the victim.” In some sense I guess that is almost correct since I did ALLOW myself to BECOME THEIR “VICTIM” by not standing up for myself and constantly allowing myself to be drawn back in, only to be ABUSED again.
10 years after my mom passed, nobody can tell me what these two are referring to when they say I “made my choice” or what “happened to me.” The term is overused but this is in fact gaslighting at its finest.
#victimNOMORE
Suprise, Surprise.
During the Summer of 2023, Kylie reached out and mentioned patching things up and moving forward. I was game for it- until the incident above, we had a fine relationship despite growing apart since our mom passed in 2014. We got together once in 2023 and fell primarily back out of communication over the next year or so. In April 2025 I noticed a friend posted a gorgeous painting on Facebook and had tagged Kylie in it as the artist. However, on my end it was only Kylie’s first and last time- the actual tag didn’t link to anything, so I knew I was blocked.
She “THOUGHT” I had her blocked?! One would certainly know if one was blocked. (Smh) Any simple search of my name would have returned the results showing my profile and that she was in fact NOT blocked. Another bullshit gaslighting measure. Yet I forgave and complimented her work.
A month or two later I came to my senses. I was treated by her in a way all too familiar to me- the same way I’ve been treated by her counterpart Jen. Instead of putting myself in their line of fire and allowing myself to be the “victim” they’ve already pegged me as playing, I indeed blocked her. No participation on my end = no games.
Evidenced below is where she plays “friendly” via text to me, and then accidentally screenshots her message that she sent me with the caption “I hate this bitch” – the message was supposed to go to Jen but she accidentally sent it to me. I’m getting dizzy from Shaking My Head so much!
Some prior entries over the years-
The Master of Illusions
A World of Smoke and Mirrors
Bird’s Nest
