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Karmatic-Karma's, my house, Minto, NB (2026)

10/13/2026

🖤💀 MOTHERHOOD: RAISING LITTLE GOBLINS WHILE TRYING NOT TO LOSE MY LAST FU***NG MARBLE. 🦝🤣

Ohhh, my fellow overstimulated, under-caffeinated, slightly feral mamas... gather the f**k around because some of us are out here surviving on caffeine, sarcasm, unconditional love, and whatever sanity our little chaos goblins haven't stolen yet. ☕💀

One minute you're teaching emotional regulation, kindness, and respect. The next you're repeating yourself for the 47th f**king time while two kids argue over something neither one of them even wanted five minutes ago. 🤦‍♀️🤣

And apparently we're supposed to handle all this with the patience of a saint? HAHAHA. Bitch, I need whatever Ms. Rachel and Blippi are having because coffee ain't doing S**T anymore. 😂

But here's something people seem to forget...

YOU SEE MOMENTS. I LIVE THE ENTIRE FU***NG STORY.

You see me being protective and call me controlling. You see me setting boundaries and call me difficult. You see me standing up for my children and suddenly I'm the villain.

Well, sweetheart, grab a f**king number. I've been the villain in plenty of stories told by people who didn't like being told NO. 💀

I know my children. Their personalities, struggles, strengths, fears, and the little things they don't always know how to explain. That doesn't mean I know everything, but it damn sure means I'm going to listen when something doesn't sit right.

And no, I'm not raising my children to blindly respect authority, tolerate disrespect, or believe that sharing DNA automatically entitles somebody to a place in their lives.

RESPECT GOES BOTH WAYS. BOUNDARIES AREN'T DISRESPECT. AND KINDNESS DOESN'T MEAN BEING A FU***NG DOORMAT.

My children don't have to like everybody. But they do need to understand that disliking somebody doesn't give them permission to bully, belittle, or mistreat them. There's a difference between standing up for yourself and being an as***le.

And before somebody starts with the whole "perfect mother" bu****it... HAHAHA, WHERE?! 🤣

I've lost my patience. I've raised my voice. I've questioned my decisions and replayed situations in my head wondering what I could've done differently.

THE DIFFERENCE IS, I'M WILLING TO OWN MY S**T.

I apologize when I'm wrong. I listen. I learn. Because expecting accountability from my children while refusing to demonstrate it myself would make me one hell of a hypocrite.

Sometimes I look at my oldest and realize we were both figuring s**t out together. My child was learning how to navigate the world while I was learning how to be somebody's mother. Neither of us came with a f**king instruction manual.

And with each child came a different personality, different challenges, and a whole new collection of lessons I apparently needed to learn. Especially patience... which I'm convinced these little gremlins test recreationally. 💀🤣

But underneath all the chaos, there's something a lot of people don't see.

SOME OF US ARE RAISING CHILDREN WHILE HEALING FROM THINGS WE NEVER SHOULD'VE HAD TO EXPERIENCE OURSELVES.

I wasn't handed some magical blueprint for a healthy, happy family. I've had to figure things out, unlearn some bu****it, seek help, and accept that growing as a person sometimes means admitting you didn't have everything figured out in the first place.

And somewhere along the way, I've realized something else...

BEING A GOOD MOTHER SHOULDN'T REQUIRE COMPLETELY LOSING YOURSELF.

I deserve happiness, peace, laughter, and a life outside of making sure everybody else's needs are met. And so does every other mama who's been running on empty for so long she's forgotten what feeling like herself even looks like.

So to the mothers questioning old beliefs, learning healthier ways to parent, and doing their best to raise decent humans in a world that's already f**ked up enough...

I hope something beautiful happens to you. Something that reminds you there's more to life than constantly surviving the next difficult day. I hope you get to laugh until your stomach hurts, experience genuine peace, and remember that you matter too. 🖤

And to the people who think they know somebody's parenting, their children, or their entire life based on a handful of moments they've witnessed...

YOU'VE SEEN A FEW FU***NG CHAPTERS. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU WROTE THE WHOLE DAMN BOOK. 💀

My children aren't going to have a picture-perfect childhood, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. There'll be mistakes, disagreements, hard conversations, and probably a few more arguments over whose turn it is to pick the f**king TV show. 😂

But there'll also be love, laughter, accountability, respect, and the freedom to become their own people without feeling like they owe the world a performance.

Some days we're thriving. Some days we're barely f**king surviving. And some days I'm convinced these little chaos goblins are running an organized psychological operation against my last two functioning brain cells. 🦝🤣

But here's the thing...

I'M NOT RAISING MY CHILDREN TO BE OBEDIENT LITTLE PEOPLE-PLEASERS WHO SPEND THEIR ADULT LIVES RECOVERING FROM THEIR CHILDHOOD.

I'm raising humans who know their worth, respect others without sacrificing themselves, recognize when they're wrong, and aren't afraid to stand up for what's right... even when that means standing up to ME.

BECAUSE MY JOB ISN'T TO RAISE CHILDREN WHO SPEND THEIR LIVES TRYING TO PLEASE ME. IT'S TO RAISE ADULTS WHO DON'T HAVE TO SPEND THEIR LIVES HEALING FROM ME. 🖤

And if protecting that, questioning outdated bu****it, and refusing to parent for everybody else's approval makes me the villain?

THEN HAND ME THE FU***NG CAPE, SWEETHEART. I'VE GOT CHILDREN TO RAISE, CYCLES TO BREAK, AND ABSOLUTELY ZERO F***S LEFT TO GIVE ABOUT THE AUDIENCE. 🦝💀🖤

🖤 Peace, Love & Light ✨
🌙 Karmatic_Karma 🦝🐦‍⬛

10/12/2026

💀🖤 HOLY FU***NG S**T... WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT?! THE TRAUMATIZED LITTLE GREMLIN ACTUALLY SURVIVED THE S**TSHOW AND DEVELOPED SOME SELF-AWARENESS. 🖤💀

🤣🦝 Somebody alert the authorities, because apparently this emotionally feral raccoon has been out here breaking generational cycles, confronting her own bu****it, and learning healthy coping mechanisms instead of just collecting trauma like f**king Pokémon cards.

And somehow, through all the chaos, questionable life decisions, emotional damage, and enough character development to make a therapist need a f**king therapist... I've become somebody I'm actually proud of.

WHO THE F**K AUTHORIZED THIS PERSONAL GROWTH?! 🤣💀

Because I certainly didn't crawl through the flaming dumpster fire of my past expecting to come out with boundaries, self-respect, and the ability to recognize red flags BEFORE inviting them into my life for a six-month extended f**king stay.

But here we are. Still a little unhinged, still sarcastic as f**k, and apparently evolving against all reasonable expectations. 🦝🖤

You know, sometimes I sit back and think about everything I've been through. The childhood I never really got to have, the people who were supposed to protect me, the mistakes I've made, the s**t I've tolerated, and the countless times I've had to pick myself up because nobody else was coming.
And let me tell you, it's been one hell of a f**king ride.

I've lived through chapters that most people don't even know exist. Yet somehow, there are people who think they know my entire story because they've been around for a few pages. 😂💀
Oh, sweetheart. You've barely read the f**king introduction.

I've made mistakes. I've trusted people I shouldn't have. I've given chances where they weren't deserved, and I've definitely had moments where I could've handled things differently.
And guess what? I can admit that.

See, that's the funny thing about actually working on yourself. You learn to recognize your own bu****it without accepting responsibility for everybody else's.
I didn't spend years figuring myself out just to go backwards because somebody else is uncomfortable with the person I've become.

And no, working on myself didn't magically turn me into some sweet little fairy who s**ts rainbows and sprinkles positivity everywhere. 🤣
I'm still sarcastic as f**k. I still have a mouth on me. My humour is questionable, my patience for stupidity is limited, and my inner feral raccoon is very much alive and well. 🦝💀
I just know myself a hell of a lot better now.

I've learned that not every opinion deserves my attention, not every disagreement needs an argument, and not everybody deserves a front-row seat to my life.

And here's another thing... Just because somebody remembers you at your lowest doesn't mean they get to decide who you are today.

People change. People grow. People learn. And sometimes the people who have the most to say about your life are the ones who know the f**king least about it.

I've reached a point where I genuinely enjoy my own company. I don't need a crowd, constant validation, or a bunch of people around me just to feel like I'm worth something.
Give me my kids, my peace, my dark humour, and a little f**king chaos of my own choosing, and I'm good. 😂🖤

Because at the end of the day, I know what I've survived. I know what I've worked through. I know the things I've had to teach myself and the battles I've fought that nobody ever witnessed.

And when I look in the mirror today, I don't just see everything that happened to me.
I see the woman who refused to let it be the end of her f**king story.

I'm not perfect. Never claimed to be. Never f**king will. But I'm proud of how far I've come, and I don't need anybody else's approval to feel that way.

So to my fellow goblins and gremlins who are out here trying to build a better life while still being a little emotionally feral... KEEP FU***NG GOING. 🖤💀

You don't owe anybody perfection. You don't owe your past a lifetime sentence. And you sure as f**k don't owe people permanent access to a version of you that you fought like hell to outgrow.

Because here's the thing nobody tells you about surviving a lifetime of bu****it...

YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE JUST SURVIVING IT.

You deserve to actually f**king LIVE. To laugh until your stomach hurts, to enjoy the little things, to make new memories, to love yourself without conditions, and to wake up without feeling like the whole damn world is sitting on your chest.

And if nobody's told you lately, I'm f**king proud of you. Even if you're still figuring it out. Even if your progress looks like a drunken raccoon trying to assemble IKEA furniture without instructions. 🤣🦝

Because the goal was never to become some perfect, polished version of ourselves.

IT WAS TO STOP LETTING THE S**T THAT HAPPENED TO US DECIDE WHO THE F**K WE GET TO BE.

And me? I'm not the little girl who had no choice. I'm not the woman who once accepted less than she deserved. And I'm certainly not the person somebody else gets to define by the worst chapter of her life.

I AM EVERY FU***NG VERSION OF ME THAT REFUSED TO GIVE UP, EVEN WHEN I HAD EVERY REASON TO.

And THAT is something nobody can ever f**king take away from me. 🖤🐦‍⬛

Anyway, that's enough emotional maturity for one f**king day. My inner raccoon is chewing through the wiring, and apparently we're due for another episode of What the F**k Is Wrong With Humanity? 🤣💀

Peace, Love & Light... with a little chaos, a whole lot of karma, and absolutely ZERO f**ks left for the bu****it. 🖤✨

🐦‍⬛ — Karmatic_Karma 🖤

10/12/2026

💀🤣 Well, slap my ass and call me a walking f**king circus... apparently, I'm an entire collection of chaos, sarcasm, questionable decisions, and woodland creature energy wrapped in one feral little package. 🦝🖤 And you know what? I'm perfectly f**king fine with that. HAHAHA!

Here's the thing... some people think I'm sweet, funny, and caring. Others think I'm loud, sarcastic, intimidating, or completely f**king unhinged. And then there's the people who can't figure me out at all. 😂 Good luck with that, because half the time I'm just out here entertaining my own damn self.

I'm the type of woman who can have a deep conversation about life, turn around and make the most inappropriate f**king joke, then disappear into the woods because I've had enough peopling for one day. 🤣

I'll talk to the birds, admire a creepy-looking tree, make wishes on shooting stars, and get ridiculously excited over a thunderstorm. Meanwhile, somebody could be trying to impress me with materialistic bu****it and I'm over here wondering if that raven remembers me from last Tuesday. 🐦‍⬛💀

And yes, underneath this sarcastic mouth and questionable sense of humour, I've got a pretty f**king big heart. I believe in kindness, compassion, forgiveness, and giving people the opportunity to grow. But don't get it twisted... having a good heart doesn't mean I've got a revolving f**king door. 😂

I can forgive somebody without wanting them back in my life. I can understand why somebody behaves a certain way without excusing their behaviour. And I can wish somebody the best while having absolutely no desire to participate in their bu****it.

I'm also not going to sit here pretending I'm some innocent little woodland fairy who's never f**ked up. HAHAHA, absolutely not! I've made mistakes, said stupid s**t, reacted poorly, and learned lessons the hard way. The difference is, I can actually look in the mirror and admit when I've been the as***le. 🥴

I've put time into myself, into healing, into learning why I do certain things, and into changing what needed changing. And guess what? I'm STILL learning. Imagine that... a grown-ass adult who understands that personal growth doesn't magically end because you hit a certain f**king age. 🤯🤣

But here's the part I love... working on myself didn't mean I had to lose my personality. I'm still loud. Still weird. Still stubborn. Still sarcastic. Still laughing at s**t I probably shouldn't be laughing at. I just have a better understanding of myself and what deserves my energy.

Some days I'm all peace, love, and light. Other days I'm one minor inconvenience away from telling somebody to go lick a f**king cactus. 🌵💀 It's called balance, people. HAHAHA!

And I've never understood this obsession with putting people into little boxes. Why the f**k can't somebody be soft AND strong? Kind AND blunt? Forgiving AND completely done? Why does having boundaries suddenly mean you've become cold or bitter?

I'm not one-dimensional, sweetheart. I'm the whole f**king haunted amusement park. 🎪🤣

At 40, I don't have everything figured out, and I don't pretend to. But I know what I enjoy, what makes me laugh, what brings me peace, and what kind of person I want to keep becoming.

I love my weird little life, my dark humour, my quiet moments in nature, my random thoughts, and the fact that I can still find something beautiful in a world that's occasionally a complete f**king dumpster fire.

So if you're a little weird, a little loud, a little soft, a little feral, and have absolutely no desire to fit into society's boring little mould... pull up a f**king lawn chair, my fellow gremlin. I think we're gonna get along just fine. 🦝🖤🤣

Because life's too damn short to spend it pretending to be normal just to make other people comfortable.

Stay weird. Stay curious. Stay kind. And for the love of all things chaotic, don't lose your f**king sparkle just because somebody can't handle your fireworks. 💚🧡💙

Peace, love, and a little karmatic chaos. 🖤🐦‍⬛

10/12/2026

🐦‍⬛🖤 YOU KNOW WHAT I'VE COME TO REALIZE?! SOME PEOPLE REALLY DO THINK EVERYBODY ELSE IS AS FU***NG CLUELESS AS THEY ARE! 🥴🤣💀

Like seriously, the older I get, the more I find myself sitting back thinking, ARE YOU FU***NG KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! 😂 The s**t people say, the things they do, the stories they come up with, and the way they genuinely believe nobody notices the patterns! Sweetheart, just because somebody isn't calling you out on every little thing doesn't mean they don't see exactly what the f**k is going on! 🤦‍♀️🤣

And here's the funny part. Sometimes I'm not even mad, offended or remotely interested in getting involved. I'm just sitting here observing, connecting a few dots and wondering how the f**k some people manage to convince themselves their behaviour isn't obvious! 🥴💀 SILENCE DOESN'T ALWAYS MEAN SOMEBODY IS OBLIVIOUS. SOMETIMES IT MEANS THEY'VE ALREADY FIGURED OUT MORE THAN YOU REALIZE!

But that's the thing about experience. It teaches you to pay attention. Not just to what people say, but what they DO. Their patterns, their reactions, the little inconsistencies, and especially how they behave when things aren't going their way. And no, that doesn't mean I'm some magical f**king mind reader. 🤣 It means I've learned to observe before reacting, question things that don't add up, and trust actions over pretty little speeches.

One of the biggest things I've learned is that you can understand somebody's behaviour without making it your responsibility to fix it. You can recognize manipulation without participating in it. You can wish somebody well without wanting them anywhere near your life. And you know what? That's actually a pretty f**king peaceful place to be!

I've also come to realize that happiness isn't something you find by constantly chasing people, approval, friendships or whatever the f**k society thinks you should have. It's something you BUILD! 🌿 That whole saying about chasing butterflies instead of building a garden? There's a reason it sticks with me. Because when you start putting that energy into yourself, your family, your goals and the things that genuinely make you happy, you stop worrying so much about who's coming and going.

And here's another thing I've noticed. Some people aren't going to celebrate your happiness, and that's okay! Not everybody is in a place where they can genuinely be happy for somebody else. Doesn't automatically make them a monster, but it sure as f**k doesn't mean you need to shrink yourself to make them comfortable either! 😂 Some people's inability to be happy for others says a whole lot more about where THEY are in life than where YOU are!

As for people from my past? I genuinely hope they find whatever the hell they're looking for. I just don't need the daily f**king weather report on their lives! 🤣 Seriously, why do people think that because you once knew somebody, you automatically want updates about them for the rest of your f**king existence?! If I wanted to know, I'd ask! You can wish somebody well from a distance without needing updates, explanations or another front-row seat to their existence.

And when it comes to people running around telling stories about others, I've learned something important: THE LOUDEST VERSION ISN'T NECESSARILY THE TRUEST ONE! Sometimes people are protecting their image, sometimes they're repeating what they've heard, and sometimes there's a whole lot more to a story than anybody realizes. That's why I prefer facts over gossip and observation over assumptions. Funny how much unnecessary bu****it you avoid when you actually THINK before jumping to conclusions. Imagine that! CRITICAL THINKING! What a f**king concept! 🥴🤣

And let's be clear about something else. Just because somebody has been through some s**t doesn't mean they're automatically bitter, miserable or damaged beyond repair. Some of us actually took those experiences, learned from them, got ourselves some f**king help when we needed it, and continued growing! Imagine using your experiences to become more self-aware instead of making everybody else responsible for your behaviour! WILD CONCEPT, I KNOW! 🤣💀

At 40 years old, I'm still learning, still growing and still figuring things out. I don't have all the answers, and I sure as f**k don't pretend to. But one thing I do know is that life becomes a whole lot easier when you stop feeling obligated to participate in every situation you understand. NOT EVERY PATTERN NEEDS CONFRONTING. NOT EVERY PERSON NEEDS UNDERSTANDING. NOT EVERY OPINION DESERVES CONSIDERATION. AND NOT EVERY CHAPTER NEEDS A FU***NG SEQUEL!

Sometimes you simply recognize what something is, smile to yourself and carry on watering your own f**king garden. 🌿🐦‍⬛ Because the older I get, the more I realize that being able to see the bu****it AND choosing not to participate in it is a whole different kind of freedom.

And if there's one thing I hope more people eventually figure out, it's that YOUR HAPPINESS IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! Stop waiting for somebody else to create it for you. Stop measuring your life against somebody else's. Build something you're proud of, enjoy the little things, learn from your mistakes and for f**k's sake, allow yourself to be HAPPY without needing everybody else to understand why! 🖤

Anyway, here's to growth, a little wisdom, a healthy dose of sarcasm, and knowing when to mind your own f**king garden! 😂🌿

BE OBSERVANT. BE SELF-AWARE. BE HAPPY. AND FOR THE LOVE OF F**K, LEARN TO RECOGNIZE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T SEE THE BULLS**T AND SOMEBODY WHO SIMPLY REFUSES TO ENTERTAIN IT! 🐦‍⬛💀

10/09/2026

💙🍄 WHAT IN THE SMURFING F**KERY IS THIS?! 🤣💀

Well, f**k me sideways and call me blue!! Apparently, I've entered my FERAL SMURF ERA! 🥴🤣

Red hair, blue skin, zero f**ks given, and I'm pretty sure I've already been kicked out of the mushroom village for disturbing the peace. 😈🍄

Now listen here, my little goblins and gremlins!! 💀

If your chaotic ass got turned into a Smurf, what the f**k would your name be?! 👀🤣

Mine? Smurfzilla McChaos! 💙💀

DROP YOUR NAMES BELOW!! Let's see who's getting us ALL banned from the village! 🤣🍄

Prompt in comments...

10/07/2026

🔥 HEALING CHANGED MY FU***NG TASTE IN PEOPLE. 🔥

And apparently? It also made me a lot easier to dislike. 😂💀 Because disliking me is completely valid. There’s a decent chance I called out some s**t everybody else was willing to tolerate, stopped accepting behaviour I used to excuse, or simply stopped giving people access to me.

Healing does that. At some point, chaos stops being exciting and starts being f**king exhausting. Mixed signals stop being mysterious and start looking like bu****it. Drama loses its entertainment value. You stop chasing attention, explaining yourself to people committed to misunderstanding you, and tolerating s**t that f**ks with your peace. You start choosing consistency over chaos, honesty over charm, actions over empty words, and peace over proving a f**king point.

And yeah, some relationships won’t survive that version of you. That’s kind of the point. Some people grow with you. Some grow away from you. And unfortunately, some people are apparently placed in your life just to show you exactly what refusing to evolve looks like. 🥴💀

And somewhere along the way, you realize something else: CUTTING PEOPLE OFF IS EASY. The best part is leaving them alone with the completely f**king delusional version of the story they invented about you. 💀

No defending myself. No correcting every narrative. No 47-part Facebook rebuttal. No chasing people around trying to prove who’s right. Believe whatever the f**k helps you sleep at night, babe. 😂

Because I sleep just fine. I’m not sitting around plotting against people. I’m not stealing, cheating, manipulating, gaslighting, using people, or creating some secret f**king agenda against somebody because we no longer f**k with each other. When I’m done, I’m f**king done.

And my past? PLEASE. Tell it. 😂 Pull up a chair and start at chapter f**king one. But remember something while you’re telling everybody my story: GOSSIP ISN’T AUTOMATICALLY TRUE JUST BECAUSE SOMEBODY REPEATED IT CONFIDENTLY ENOUGH.

Nobody knows my entire life better than I do because there isn’t one single person on this earth who has lived through all 40 years of it except ME. Everybody else? You’ve been privy to chapters. Some of you got a few pages. Some got a paragraph. Some were around for one particular version of me. And some of you heard somebody else’s completely butchered summary and somehow decided you knew the entire f**king book. 💀😂

I LIVED THE WHOLE FU***NG BOOK. I know what happened behind closed doors. I know what I survived. I know where I f**ked up. I know what I regret. I know what I learned. I know what I had to unlearn. And I know the work I’ve done on myself that most people weren’t around long enough to f**king witness.

So yes, I own my mistakes. I own my failures. I own my scars. I own the darker chapters. And I own every version of myself I had to outgrow to become the woman standing here now. But what I WILL NOT OWN is somebody else’s gossip, assumptions, exaggerations, projections, or fictional additions to a life they never f**king lived.

You cannot blackmail me with my own history. You cannot embarrass me with s**t I’ve already acknowledged. And you cannot weaponize my actual past against me when I’ve already made peace with it. What’s true? I’ll f**king own it. What’s bu****it? You can f**king keep it.

And if calling out s**tty behaviour, setting boundaries, owning my past, healing from it, and refusing to participate in somebody else’s chaos makes me the villain in their story? Cool. Give me a f**king cape. 😂🐦‍⬛

Trash my name. Rewrite the story. Make me the villain. Tell people whatever version makes you feel better. Meanwhile, I’ll be over here living my actual f**king life while you argue with a fictional version of me that only exists in your head.

You got chapters. I lived the whole damn book. 📖💀

Access revoked. Explanation cancelled. Taste in people upgraded. F**king peace restored. 🖤🐦‍⬛

— Karmatic_Karma

10/05/2026

🔥 ALRIGHT, LET’S FU***NG TALK ABOUT IT — ONE LAST TIME. 🔥

These screenshots were sent to me, and apparently after THREE FU***NG DAYS, we’re still going. 😂 My name is right there in the posts and comments while people who either barely know me or don’t know me AT ALL discuss my mental health, medication, parenting, children, CPS, alleged drug use, Facebook accounts and whatever other bu****it gets added to the story along the way.

And somehow I’M the one who’s bothered and obsessed? 🥴💀

First, my sister being dragged into this as some kind of authority on my adult life is f**king hilarious. I grew up in foster care. My sister has not been an active part of my adult life. She does not know what therapy I’ve attended, whether I've taken medication as an adult, what work I've done on myself, what happens inside my home or the details of my parenting.

Being biologically related to somebody does NOT magically give you access to their entire adult f**king life.

There are reasons I have cut certain people out of my life. There are reasons some relationships have stayed cut off. And those reasons are exactly why I'm not taking life advice or accepting character assessments from people I deliberately chose not to have around me.

And then we've got people publicly speculating that because I've lost weight, I must “probably” be doing drugs. 😂 Based on WHAT? A f**king Facebook picture?

Speculation isn't evidence. Gossip isn't fact. And repeating somebody else's accusation doesn't magically make it true.

Then apparently I've got “10 Facebooks.” 😭🤣 Let's clear up that fascinating little conspiracy theory too.

I have TWO.

I have my PERSONAL Facebook account, which is primarily private because that's where I post my children, family and my own personal f**king life. Yes, occasionally I make a public post.

Then I have Karmatic_Karma, my PUBLIC PAGE.

Personal account + public page = TWO.

Not 10. Not 15. Not 20. TWO FU***NG ACCOUNTS. 😂 Pretty sure millions of people have a personal Facebook AND a public page, but apparently basic social-media functionality has now joined critical thinking on the endangered-species list.

And if some anonymous or fake account is bothering you, show evidence that it's me before putting my f**king name on it. I'm not accepting responsibility for every empty-profile troll that appears on Facebook because somebody decided I must secretly operate half the internet. 😂

And THIS is exactly what I've been talking about for days.

One person makes a claim. Somebody else repeats it. Another person adds their own speculation. Somebody else says, “Oh yeah, probably!” and suddenly an entire group is congratulating themselves over a f**king story nobody stopped to verify.

Speculation → repetition → embellishment → suddenly everybody calls it “fact.”

That's not evidence.

That's MOB MENTALITY.

And watching people who've never personally had a f**king problem with me suddenly inherit somebody else's beef is probably the funniest part.

You don't know me. I've never done anything to you. But somebody told you not to like me, so now you're mad too? 😭😂

Do you have your own personality, or are we still playing FOLLOW THE FU***NG LEADER in adulthood?

I've also noticed people from my past suddenly appearing to contribute their two cents. Some of those people were removed from my life YEARS ago. Cutting somebody off doesn't turn them into an expert witness on everything I've done since.

It means I CUT THEM OFF.

There are people I've had extremely unhealthy histories with whom I want absolutely nothing to do with today. I don't chase them. I don't want relationships with them. I don't need their approval. And I'm certainly not going backwards just because somebody discovered a Facebook comment section.

That's another thing therapy taught me: I can compartmentalize. I can recognize that somebody else's projections, assumptions, anger and unresolved bu****it belong to THEM. I don't have to pick it up and carry it just because somebody throws it at me.

I didn't go looking for this woman. I wasn't the one who initiated contact. Yet somehow days later my name, sister, children, mental health, parenting and personal history are STILL being discussed publicly.

But please, tell me again how I'm the one who can't move on. 😂💀

I'm documenting what's being said. I'm keeping the screenshots and receipts. 🧾 And instead of screaming allegations back and forth, I'll let people's own publicly written words speak for themselves.

Because at this point, you're not proving anything about me.

You're proving my f**king point.

Borrowed beef. Gossip. Speculation. Mob mentality. ZERO critical thinking.

Imagine being a whole grown-ass adult and still needing somebody else to assign you an enemy. 😭🤣

Anyway, keep feeding the algorithm while telling everybody how unbothered you are by me. 🥴

A Duh, OK Amanda, Ok there Gangster !! 🥴😵‍💫🤣💀

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