Sylvanna Devlin

Somehow some woman, we’ll call Claire, got ahold of my book, Game Over. This was on the coat tails of my Dad going insane for reasons we won’t go into.

So despite this starting roughly a year before, this book was integral to her spouse realizing he was being abused and he left her.

She did or did not have an affair with someone and either way I was blamed. So even though this started before hand, the break up of two marriages was blamed on me.

Oh wait no, according to Claire both men had an affair and this was all orchestrated by two bitches who blamed me.

Quite the home wrecker for someone who didn’t go out. -_-

This cascaded into attempts to kidnap me, torture, gaslighting (sometimes with the intent to kill me). Reality abuse. Hacking, false reports, threats of rape if they could get to me. And the attempted destruction of my family which got me kicked out and homeless.

My suicide attempt in July wasn’t enough because now it’s a snuff film or something because I didn’t work out as a Digital Hostage. And I was mutilated for… oh who cares anymore?

Seriously?

Just, whomever you are, whatever you want. Piss off. If you’re the one that had the affairs? Double fuck you because you helped them hurt me.

Confused? Of course. Because according to both men, neither had an affair but I was blamed anyway – by Claire. Who then helped hurt me knowing full well it was based on a lie. What sweetie? You wanted a divorce in a no fault state?

Okay, here we go again. She wanted a divorce and said Ryan had an affair with me. I don’t know what this has to do with Ranna because she tried saying she cheated with him but it seems unlikely from what I can discern. But I was blamed for that too.

Maybe.

Guess we’ll find out the rest of this convoluted tale eventually. Because now it’s people loved her for my writing that she passed as her own but couldn’t actually write a fucking word. Good at hacking not literature.

I was blamed for having copies of my own work, and shat on because the individual stole from me. And the love others had for my work comes from a place of respect for the heart involved. Which she lied about.

It’s a long con and because of it I was shat on. There you go. Melissa Devlin rhyming when pissed off. Oh by the way that’s me.

The rest? The lies of affairs? A way to try to control all of us.

Fucking bitch.

I was on the cusp of my career. If it wasn’t for her and all her lies I could have stayed at home and moved out once published.

But no, I can’t write without it being stolen and am living in the poor house. I would be learning the languages I was pursuing but she shat on those too.

I guess that explains why she does indeed want me dead. The truth will always out eventually.