Horror from the family from hell!

I stayed at the grave until they closed it. But Jeremy left as soon as the funeral was over with BA & Shannon. My ex, Jim that I mentioned earlier, came to the funeral and he stayed until the end with me. He was a great friend to me & that's bad because it should've been Jeremy staying! It's his daughter! When it come time for me to leave, Jim and my cousin, Jenny, took me out to eat. I had been put on xanax for my nerves and I had taken some before Kayleas funeral so I fell asleep sitting up in the Resturant! So they took me home. At the time, I was turning my cell off at night. So the next day when I turned it back on, I had a voicemail from Rocky, the crazy, excuse my language, BITCH Jeremy was living with, Stephanies mama. She said, "no one at that funeral was there for Jeremy. The only emotional support he has is from the people in my house. If you come to my house again or send anyone to my house again, I'll be forced to have you charged with harassment and trespassing. Don't call my house again either. Jeremy loves Stephanie and that's who he's going to be with so leave him alone. He was only talking to you because of the baby." I wanted to go to her house and stomp her into the ground! I had called Jeremy a couple hours after the funeral and he complained about no one being there for him. I said what do you expect? You left and denied she was your baby! Did you think anyone would feel sorry for YOU?! I don't think so! And that's not my fault but once again your taking it out on me! I told his sister and his brother when and where the funeral was going to be and neither one showed up. Not my fault! So I said to him before we hung up, your not going to talk to me anymore, are you? He just hung up.

That was it. My mama took off work for a week to be home with me. We'd go to the grave everyday and just ride all day to get me out if the house. About a week after the funeral, I went by myself and what I seen still hurts my heart!! I'd framed the poem "Little Angels" the poem read at her memorial service and put it on her grave. Also, I'd gotten a single rose with a beautiful card and wrote her a message, there was flowers and a balloon as you can see from my last blog. When I walked over to the grave, I discovered someone had tore up EVERYTHING on her grave and placed it back in a neat pile on top of the grave! I was FURIOUS!! What kind of vile, horrible person would tare up a BABYS things?! She doesn't deserve this, I don't deserve this!! Of course the first person I thought if was Shannon because she came to the funeral so she knew where it was. Plus, they were horrible enough to do this. They're very spiteful people! I went to my brothers house and his girlfriend called Shannons house and we both cussed her out but of course she denied it!

A few days later, my brother and Sharon, his girlfriend, went to McDonalds which was where Bethany, Jeremys sister, worked. Bethany was outside dumping trash and Sharon asked her if she was the one that done it. Several people watched and listened as she said to Sharon, I didn't do it I don't know where it is but if I knew where it was I'd tare every fucking thing up on it!" Wrong answer! No sooner than the words came out of her mouth, Sharon was on her beating her mercifully! And it was a well deserved beating! I mean, what is wrong with people!? The fight ended with cops and a court date which was later thrown out because Bethany hit back, well she tried! She claimed I sent Sharon there because they were on my car but I didn't know anything about it until afterwards.

But the vile family wasn't done quite yet! Sometime after this, my friend Samantha called and told me that Rocky was telling everyone that it was my fault Kaylea died because I drank ONE Mt. Dew!! I'd had just about enough of these vile, idiotic people! Why won't they leave me the hell alone!? Let me move on, PLEASE! They were always threatening me with harassment when they were harassing ME! They just wouldn't lay off me!

Things began to look up for me but fate was about to come knocking at my door again...