It really really bothers me when anyone thinks negatively of me. I have lived an honest life. I got married at 19, had my first child at 21 and had my last child by time I was 30. I never had a drink until the last child was born and when I did it was just out with my very best friend Julie at Applebee’s getting a long island iced tea. One was always more than plenty. I never have had a traffic ticket in my life until last year when I had a bad car accident with my kids in the car at 70mph when traffic was hidden beneath an overpass at a dead stop due to another accident. When I was a kid I was pretty sneaky and stole some stuff from family and I always regret that, but as an adult, I’ve lived honorably. I’ve always been devoted and faithful. I may not go to church but I am a Christian and have been baptized into the Pentecostal church, Lutheran Church and the Church of England. My dad was a die hard atheist and my mom worshiped money hungry televangelists. So I was torn in life. My grandparents were racist and I lived in a community that had 3 black kids in an all white high school but we loved them. Somehow I grew up “normal”. I don’t carry any of their views and I’m independent. I hated school until I was about 17 and ready to graduate. It took me forever to get college motivated because I was always convinced I could learn things on my own and I did. I gained a lot of college credits through the years but never went as far as getting a degree. In one more year i’ll have my Bachelors of Information Technology Management. Do I need it? No. I’m doing it so I can say I achieved something better than my parents and so that I can show my kids I can do it and get it done before they can.
I always have been a generous person whether I’m dirt poor or going through a period where I have extra money. Pretty much anybody I know can vouch for that. My giving is unrelenting. It gives me joy to see smiles on faces of people who get a gift and that’s all that makes me happy. Do I need attention for it? No. Do I have to be on camera doing it to show the world? Absolutely never. Giving and caring is not about making sure everyone see’s you do it. I don’t do anything I do for attention or money. It makes me ill to see the ones who do flaunt that and they are sick people. I can name a perfect famous couple who do it, Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. They are attention seekers so anytime they do good, they have to bring a camera crew. I have given anonymously, I have given at a checkout stand when someone is short. I have always paid it forward, always. Someday maybe I’ll have something good happen to me that is the payback I get but until then I’m not doing it counting on rewards. That’s not how being a decent philanthropically driven person is. You don’t have to have millions to call yourself that either. Spare change for a person who needs it is all it takes. Doing what is decent and seeing a person smile and knowing that you have helped someone is the greatest feeling in the world.
To say that does not ever make me a perfect person. Nobody is perfect and I am far from it. I’m sure my kids would love to tell you that. I mean I get yelled at if I don’t have dinner ready for them when they want it. A couple grew up spoiled because I didn’t know any better and it very much shows in their personalities today. They grew up without physical discipline. I however did grow up getting beat with the belt and while I would never ever do that, I do think it made my generation a little bit better. I happily signed a paper at my kids school authorization corporal punishment but only on the condition that the infringement they did was severe enough and that I was there to supervise. Now that never happened of course, I had good kids.
That’s why it sort of shocked everyone when my son leveled at me an accusation that I punched him in the face in 2016. To this day i’ll never have answers as to why he did that to me and why he ruined my life. I don’t know why my son was violent towards his siblings and put me in the hospital which led to me ultimately having sepsis, being put on life support and nearly dying in 2016 as well. That happened 2 weeks before his accusation against me. I didn’t call the police on him. I was just rushed to the hospital with blunt force head and chest wall injuries. None of my other kids are violent. They would get loud and fight each other, but they never hit me. I have long forgiven Chris for destroying my world. I was victim to a pissed off teenager. There was never a drop of evidence and and he never had a single injury and his medical evaluation said he had nothing wrong. My horrific ex husband was on my side. He paid for my attorneys. He testified in court on my behalf that I do not hit my children. I yell at them. I am just like my grandmother. I have a loud mouth and it’s scary enough to do the job. I suffered and paid a horrible price for what happened. Roselou manipulated the court systems and turned her punishment that was a slap on the wrist into a fucking vacation. Nobody on this planet can begin to even compare what happened to me as being the same as their fucked up step-mother Roselou. I was warned by her family that she was a danger to kids so she clearly had a past. She is truly a clear and present danger.
For my ex-husband to go on YouTube and just lie out his teeth like he always does about the truth that is well documented is beyond me. It enrages me. That man has caused my anger issues to skyrocket over the years because I’ve never been able to cope with how he just turned into a different person and changed the way he talks, and even changed how he pronounced his last name to make him sound fancier. I don’t understand the psychology of gaslighting people. The truth is there for all the fans to see, but somehow they just don’t want to see it. I tried my hardest to warn the social services here in the USA for years that she was abusing my kids, watching them in the shower, by camera and in person. The mental abuse they suffered is still being fought today. All of us are actively in therapy. I have marital issues of trust because of him. Because of them I constantly fear that people think negatively of me because god knows what they are saying to people that isn’t published online. It’s that aspect of everything that torments me the most. I have 700 pages of text messages where he’s always like, “Your a good person, a good mother” yada yada. Clearly he forgot what my character was. In the one month prior to him marrying Roselou, he paid for me to take the kids on a road trip to Key West so he could spend some time with her. I had no problems with that of course. Two weeks before they got married we both took the kids to Universal Studios and saw the Blue Man Group and went out to dinner. We were cordial then and got along. Three days before he got married to her we sat at our apartment complex pool watching the kids swim talking about my adventures in dating and laughing. He helped prep me for Hurricane Irma that was due to hit in the next few days. He rented me a car to evacuate the kids if necessary. And I have pictures and video of all these occasions of course because I’m an overly famous digital documentationist (my new word) and digital hoarder. I discard nothing on my computer. Anyway guess what… the day he got married I got a call from the kids’ school that they had not shown up that day and I thought that to be very odd. So I walked 300ft to his apartment and did my normal knock on the door, and he answered as if he was no longer the person I just shared my kids time with in the days and weeks prior. The look on his face was different. I entered his apartment to see my kids were running wild when they should have been in school. He said he felt like keeping them home that day. Ok I get it, i’ve done that a time or two. But this was weirder. Matt had free range of my apartment without question he could walk in any room. I had nothing to hide. But that day I happened to go into his bedroom/office where my daughters also slept (another horror story there) and he looked at me so evil and pushed me. I asked him what he was doing and he said he’s sorry but that he just broke up with Roselou and needed time away from me. I was like what? I am not in a relationship with him, I’m just the kids mother. I told him I was going to take the girls to McDonald’s since they were hungry and they kept trying to tell me that they were excited to go out to dinner for some reason. I let my girls out the door, and he proceeded to put his hands on me and shove me out. I was horribly taken aback by this out of nowhere. And that reminds me I do have the text messages that back this story up it’s just a nightmare to find anything these days but i’ll post stuff. But I took the girls to lunch, and they picked some fresh flowers for me because they knew I liked it when they did that. I returned and pulled in the parking lot to find Matt standing there near his car. He forcefully opened the back door of the car and I said what are you doing?? He looked like a totally different person and he was acting like he was on drugs or something. I started to back out because I didn’t know what he was doing. When I realized he had the door open I stopped immediately and he reached in and unbuckled both my girls and ordered them to run and to run quickly. I rolled the windows down screaming at him what the hell and what the fuck is he doing? Why was he telling my girls to run away from me? I started crying and backed out of the vehicle space pretty quick but he was long gone near his building at this point and went back over to my building and ran upstairs and cried. I started texting him over and over again and my heart sunk. He never replied like he usually did. His apartment went dark. Then I started getting strange calls from Roselou’s friend Daisy who harassed me and started attacking me on the phone. None of this made sense. I felt like I was going crazy. I was just worried for my kids, they are now missing and not attending school. At one point I had to call the local police because I discovered from this friends unhinged text messages that they were now married and had gotten married the day he made the girls run from me. They had been excited that day because the wedding dinner was Golden Corral which my girls loved but wow what a wedding dinner. I filed a couple police reports because this was starting to scare me I started fearing for my personal safety due to what was being said to me. About 2 days later I get a process server at my door to appear in court for a fucking restraining order because he went to court and told them I tried to hit him with a car. Now if that isn’t the most messed up BS story. I was speechless. I did not understand what was happening or how to fight it or what to do. I can’t even remember now but it caused me to have some issue with my heart and I ended up in the hospital for a week and I missed the hearing. I got a second hearing but I ended up in the hospital again and the hospital called the court to tell them I was in no condition to leave the hospital, but they didn’t care so I showed up in my freakin hospital gown. The stuff that he leveled against me was awful and I did not deserve it. It took me a long time to realize he did this to keep me away from my kids because Roselou was going to turn into their mother and make them her own. A plan well devised behind my back for months just like he did to me when we were married. Against court orders he took the kids and moved into a rental home 100 miles away. He was forbidden from doing that, but did the court act on his violation? Not at all. I had no car at the time to even try to fight it.
These people did everything in their power to strip the goodness from my soul. They fundamentally changed me and it has taken me a long time to be 75% of the person I used to be again and I’m still improving. They convinced a court I tried to run him over. Magically in my court case with Chris he was no longer available to the defense and changed his story completely to something awful though he nearly got himself thrown in jail for contempt of court over it. My lawyer was flabbergasted and told the judge of the manipulation of a witness and there were all sorts of problems then. I wasted 17 months of my life fighting for innocence for this bitch to come in and manipulate the outcome of my case. It took 6 years for a judge to realize they were wrong the whole time. I was exonerated of feeling like I had done something to someone somewhere down the line to make me a bad person because I never was. It took years and therapy and psychiatrists to help me understand that it was Matthew Flavell’s manipulation, gas lighting, lying, hatred, and demonic mindset that did this too me. I suffered so badly with my health. All I knew was being a mother and they stole my reason for living from me without remorse. They used my kids to benefit them financially and in the community to gain respect, of which they have lost completely now. I wish every moment he was dead. I wish I never fell for the greencard fraud in the first place. I was young and I was dumb.
Yes when I write it’s all over the place now because it’s a side effect of processing everything that they did to me. They did so much lying I go from story to story from moment to moment recalling what I can. They flood the zone with so many lies that I have to defend and prove wrong (which I always do) and my focus gets lost. Now i’m back to having to do that again and I never asked for it. It’s not my fault they present themselves the same way they did in Florida where now everyone knows their true character… they are so dumb in their minds they forget people have brains, even in poorer countries. To all of a sudden have to watch them do this again except with another batch of children that don’t belong to them scares the life out of me. To watch them manipulate an entire community is frightening. To throw themselves parties and to make their own fan club is disgusting. If you go back to my last major post and listen to the audio/video I posted of his lies, how he acts, how he plays psychological games, it’s just scary to know history is repeating itself all over again and it makes me want to hold my kids close to me and cry.
I just encourage everyone in the Philippines to do the right thing. Understand that there is a whole free world across the ocean that knows about them. If they can manipulate the united states justice system, they will manipulate the poor citizens around him. They will do anything in their power, especially Roselou to get their way.
I thought this was over. I thought the nightmare was gone. I was thankful when the court terminated his parental rights because he would never be a threat to me or my kids again. But now you all have to deal with it and poor children are subjected to the selfishness and abuse of these people to gain attention. I was awake all night last night that’s how much this is bothering me to know. They are a menace to the human race and I don’t say that with a light heart.
Sorry for rambling.
These are photos from 2016 where 2 weeks before I was accused of hitting my own son, I had to go to the hospital because I was violently kicked in the head and chest by my own son. It was from this that I ended up on life support with Sepsis shutting down my body (next set of photos).
Fast forward 2 weeks, I’ve suffered, my organs began to shut down and I was put on life support. Even after waking up, I still had no life in my face. Nobody visited me. He didn’t care enough to bring me my kids when I thought I was not going to survive and the doctors thought I was not going to survive. This was a very painful 3 week ordeal but thankfully I don’t remember most of it. Somewhere in there I had a couple blood transfusions too.
Still writing… check back.
I fell into sepsis once again about 45 days later because Matt had ripped my health insurance away from me and I was unable to get the antiviral medication I needed to rid my system of a virus that contributed to organ failure. He knew what he was doing when he cut me off mid-illness.
Where in the world did I ever deserve any of that.
