The only times they were awake was at night, or when jenn had to run to lancaster. and there were times that I would go because it was a pharmacy run and every time, because i’m “thick”, I would get cat called. to me being fat for so long I didn’t even know it was me they were talking about, and since i’m married I didn’t care. jenn would get insanely jealous because she would “put forth an effort, put make up on, look nice and try and here karyn is in yoga pants very little make up on a hoodie with a messy bun getting hit on left and right.” um ok? she would also try to proposition my father in law to try to get pain pills out of him, which never worked because he likes curvy women and not women with the figure of a teenage boy (his words not mine.) and if I began to eat right and lose weight she would get more jealous and try to tempt me with sweet treats. (she had rny gastric bypass but still ate like a carb-loving, sugar-eating morbidly obese person that she was before the surgery. I was the same person before surgery not after.) one day he stopped by to drop off some rapid release tylenol and caffine pills because I had a migraine and was completely out (i’m severely allergic to immitrix) and he ran upstairs to see the boys and jenn was in the shower and she got out of the shower naked and asked him if he liked what he saw. he said no and to get dressed. he then made a comment about seeing men with bigger t***.

I talked to the caseworker and we decided for my children to be elsewhere while I started to really dig around. I messaged a girl, w, to tell my suspicions too as she warned me and sadly, I didn’t believe her. I didn’t know until after jenn had already done it that she tried to play it off as ‘trolling’, and for that I apologize. I had reset my phone and never reinstalled twitter until just recently. anyway, during my packing of a two-story house by myself while my husband was at work and jenn and dan were too ‘weak’ and ‘sick’ to help so instead they slept, had s** and did laundry (we found out later that she was going through pockets and keeping whatever she found.) I found some pain killers from my hernia repair surgery that were still good. mind you, they were very low milligrams and somehow she found out about them. for two days she texted me non-stop to share my script. I told her no and she lost her mind. she came storming up to my bedroom while I was asleep with a severe migraine and demanded that I ‘make it right’ because she gave the last of her bag of heroin to dan to help him sleep (knowing he was off his zoloft and was violent.) and she tried to drink my husband’s vodka again (she would drink herself into a coma when she didn’t have meds or drugs). at this point she was getting out of my house that night as she’d just admitted to having drugs in my home, and not only was she doing them but so was her mentally ill and violent husband. a man that liked to hit women and children. she’d also snort ambien and then walk around in her underwear because she was high. she screamed at me and I finally snapped. I admit I was throwing stuff at them to get them out, and then dan started towards me with his fists raised. now mind you, my husband was right there and he was calm, until I pulled my husbands 9mm out of the closet and reminded them that we have guns for both hunting and protection and if they didn’t pack up and leave right now, I would call the police and have them arrested because I feared for the lives of myself and my children who were home sick because we were moving that weekend into the new place. I have no idea how to load the 9 mm and we don’t even keep ammo in the house because of my own depression issues and suicidal idealizations.