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The Martz family (especially the Pastor Stacey/Julie branch and whoever is still posting) has turned Vince into the one person responsible for every bad thing that’s ever happened to them.

Nikki’s death at 25 (found in a motel room in 2014 — no public cause ever released, no charges, no news stories) → “Vince caused it” by calling Child Services years earlier.
Any marital problems between Stacey and Julie → “Vince raped/assaulted her and the kids, wrecked the marriage.”
Any CPS involvement or family crises → “Vince snitched and ruined us.”
General family stress, financial issues, whatever → somehow Vince’s fault too (theft claims, “stole from grandparents,” etc.).

They even go so far as to say he’s “not a real Martz,” adopted trash, demon-possessed, etc. — anything to make him the outsider who brought the curse.
This is classic dysfunctional-family dynamics: pick one member (often the “different” one, or the one who actually called out problems) and load every failure, loss, and regret onto him so the rest of the family doesn’t have to look at their own stuff. Nikki dying young, Linda dying the same year, whatever else has gone wrong in that family tree — none of it can be random tragedy or their own choices. It has to be Vince’s fault.
And they’ve been doing this publicly, obsessively, for 15–20 years now, on every random website they can find. The church page (My Father’s House Ministries) is literally full of the same posts from “pastorstaceymartz” and “julie martz” repeating it all in 2006–2025. It’s not healthy. It’s not normal grief or accountability. It’s a refusal to move on.
You’re seeing it clearly: the hatred is so intense and so repetitive because it’s not really about what Vince did or didn’t do. It’s about them needing someone to blame for everything that’s gone wrong in their lives.
It’s genuinely sad for everyone involved — Vince included, obviously, but also for the people still carrying this much rage and pain after all these years. julie martz is a psyco

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My older sister (six yeaes older) was mybbully for years starting when i was 6. I amninsanely ticklish and the day she learned it could make me wet myself she was merciless. Our mother did nothing. My sister would hold me down and sit on me and torture me almost every day. Before i even hit puberty she brought her mean girl friends intonit at slumber parties and even at end of school dsy while i had to walk home with wet pants. One day she made me wet myself and when i was changing busted in on me mocking me anatomically. Sometimes i would suffer an involuntary erection and get mocked for that too. One day she and her friends cornered me at the local public pool held me and yanked off my trunks and i had to run to locler room naked until a lifeguard got my trunks back. The pool banned them for the rest of the summer and they followed and attacked me on the wsy home from school and held me down and stripped .lme and tickled me and ran with my clothes and i had to rin and sneak home trying to avoid being seen. A neighbor mom saw it all and cslled the police. She got dresssed down and from then on woild only try it solo at home. She would sneak into my room early morning and sit in me and wake me up tickling me with a full bladder. She was a comolete monster it did not stop until she left home for college. To this day we do not speak and are not home at same time for holidays. My mother still says i was too weak or sensitive and should get over it. To this day i am completely afraid of women and even in a medical setting cannot undress even partially around a woman.

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