Dancing with the Devil
The Devil is believed to be a supernatural entity that is the personification of evil and the archenemy of God and humankind. This idea has many names; Satan, Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, etc. It goes on and on throughout history as human beings attempt to describe this idea in a way that makes sense to everyone. Wikipedia describes Satan as:
At the end of the day, to each their own. We can choose to believe anything we want, yet I would not want to believe nor entertain an idea that I was taught I should fear. Needless to say, I refused to fear something that #1 I did not understand and #2 did not believe in. It wasn't until the Devil personally entered my life on October 17, 2015 that I opened my eyes and learned how to defend myself. #VanillaNightmare #TrueStory
At first I did not recognize her because she was in a beautiful human form, dressed nicely and with the voice of siren. She behaved like a succubus and seduced the guardian of my heart. I took it upon my self to investigate who this demonic girl was and find out how she easily seduced my lover to lay in bed with her on Saturday night (October 17, 2015). I was laying in his bed, waiting for him to return and wondering if he was safe. upon his return the next morning, I was already out of his bed and on my way to Foxwoods because I strongly felt something happened and that I needed to be there. That night, I confronted him and he told me the truth. He was had slept with the Devil. I was hurt and confused because I thought of him as a warrior of strength, honor and integrity. Never did I see him as a young boy with a malleable mind and raging hormones. The disappointment was so deep I couldn't tell if I was hurt by knowing the truth, not knowing better, or for putting all of my love and trust in this boy.
My curiosity consumed me. I found the demonic girl on facebook and added her as friend. She quickly added me back. I found a mutual friend whom she was collaborating with on a song called Hypnotic by Everpresence. I found out her next perfomance with them was in November, in the Cambridge area. However, she also performed in our city of Framingham at a local restaurant/lounge, Taqueria Mexico. Interetstly enough, a friend who knew a great a bartender at Taqueria Mexico told me to check it out because they have great food and live music. I went on a Thursday (either Oct 22 or 29) and I kid you not, the meet the Devil in person for the first time.
Camila the church whore, aka the Devil in my story and life, was performing. Once she laid eyes on me she felt a mixture of emotions from fear to anger, shame and guilt. I saw it all flash before her eyes as the Devil's touch gripped upon her soul and she fought hard to remain cool, calm and collected. I had to leave for a moment to pick up a friend, and during that time, Camila went out side of the restaurant and starting calling my lover, multiples times, back to back, to announce that I went to the live show that night. He was sleeping, and she was in fear of how I might react. I was completely civilized, although I was hurt over the fact the person I loved the most laid in bed with a random Framingham THOT (that hoe over there). He described her as a "random fuck" to his friends, because he was dealing with his emotions over our rough patch in the relationship.
Moving on, I saw Camila outside of the establishment looking flustered and frazzled because she did not know what I would do. I approached her and said "Listen, I came to apologize because I let you believe that Ian and I were still officially dating during the time you were spreading your legs to him, and that is not true." At that moment she felt relief, gave me a hug, wanted to be "friends" and promised me she would stop "fucking Ian so you guys can get back together." I told her thank you for the crass but generous offer, but once my lover has entered the shed where promiscuous gardening tools hide, I rather search for a new love than to taint myself with the dirty old one.
Regardless, Camila and I had an awkward "friendship" where she would be two-faced keeping me at arms length to find out things about Ian and what I was doing about reconciling things with him. She repeatedly told me that he was just a cute random guy that meant nothing to her, and that he speaks so well of me. Honestly, at this point in time I felt a little bit of hope that him and I would find out way back to each other one day, but I could not swallow my ego and allow a young boy to play me for a fool. Ian kept telling me he was only fucking Camila because he was upset with me moving out of his house and that no one else was as easy and available like her. Simultaneously Camila was spending time with me because she thought she could manipulate the situation in her favor and feel less bad for ruining a relationship between two people who were fighting but clearly in love. It's hard to believe, but actually I felt bad for Camila being recognized as a hoe, but at the same time she was lying to me stating that Ian and I love each other, and will probably end up getting married in the future, yet she secretly hoped that life for her instead.
The next few weeks were hard for me because I was suffering deeply loving a boy who was fucking the Framingham's infamous church whore, while I was busy working for a biotech manufacturing company with his mother, who was head of my department. I needed a place to feel safe and heal, so I started going to the church near my parents house every Friday and Sunday evening. I was becoming a member of the Revival Church in Framingham, where Camila brought me to for the first time in Oct 26, 2015. That night she stole my phone, pretending like it was misplaced, and told me she changed her mind about Ian... Before she could finish, I told her to stop talking because I did not want to hear it. After that day she kept me close, like keeping your enemies closer than your friends... Long story short, after months of drama from social media memes, comments and statuses, Camila began feeling threatened by me and my presence. I never actively looked for her nor ever touched her in away, not even speak to her unless she approached me with her fake smile requesting a greeting.
We pretty much engaged on a "spiritual battle" and she played with me for a fool. I was always fair and fought for Ian like a lady would, resisting contacting him when he behaved like a child and refraining from sex so he could decide who he truly missed and wanted to be with. Camila went to Florida (in November of 2015) for some time where she was intimate with a few guys, one of them is a good friend of a BABE that is friends with Ian, I rather not disclose his name to protect his identity as I respect him for his intellect and honesty. During this time she was in communication with Ian and when she came back he invited her to go on winter vacation with his family and she was staying at his house for a while.
During this "spiritual battle" as I called it, the time frame is Nov 2015 to March 2016. Ian Schimke revealed his true colors: a weak tortured soul hidden behind fake metal armor. He quickly betrayed me and laid in bed with the Devil multiples times, forgetting every promise he ever made to me. He is a mere boy learning how to live, but forgetting that at such a young age he was blessed enough to have the most precious possession that ever comes to man in this world, a woman's heart. I was the fool who gave it to him, all because I was in love for the first time. My only weapon in this "battle" was the truth, and I used my gift to write about it and speak about it so that I could understand why I was so foolish, and how someone could use the word LOVE so many times in a row, and forget it the one moment it would prove how deep that love really was... My punishment for telling the truth while in pain was ridicule from his friends and Camila's friends. They only know their side of the story and refused to hear me out, nor did they care. hence, why I created this blog to write the truth and exercise my freedom of speech.
Camila and Ian were filled with SHAME yet they did not know how to handle that feelings because of their egotistical ways, and they refuse to accept that fact that what they did to me was wrong in multiple levels. They lied to me, disrespected me, Ian strung me along trying to have his cake and eat it too, and Camila Vanilla resorted to threats which ended in physical violence where she is now facing a felony charge in Jan of 2016, for assaulating me with a dangerous weapon.
Prior to the violent attacks, Camila asked to meet with me at the Dunkin Donuts on 135 to apologize for everything that had happened. I agreed to meet with her and Ian came along as well. Ian looked like a puppy with his tail between his legs reeking of marijuana and shame with a sprinkle of guilt. I told him he is forgiven and need not apologize. Next i asked Camila if she had anything to say and her response was, "I have nothing to apologize for!!"
Then I spoke to them in this manner: "Ian and Camila, imagine the 3 of us are aliens looking down at 3 humans on Earth. One psychotic girls is in the mental hospital and gets released. One angry girl is fighting with her boyfriend over problems in their relationship. The angry girl breaks up with her boyfriends in hopes that he will chase her and get back together. Then instead of chasing her, the boy violates his probation and bumps into the psychotic girl at Foxwoods Casino and they bang. Next thing you know the angry girl finds out and wants to meet this psychotic girl. They meet and the the psychotic girl falls for the boy and starts copying everything about the angry girl because the boy once told her "I was attracted to you because you remind me of my ex..." The psychotic girl sees the King and Queen tattoos that Ian and Polyana shared, oops I mean the boy and the angry girl, and Camila (oops the pyschotic girl) gets the same tattoo as Polyana. -Now, I was both scared and honored when a mental health patient who suffers with psychopathy tried to imitate me by getting my tattoo and laying in bed with my previous lover. However, that's some fucked up shit don't you think?
Ian sat in silence, looking dazed and confused, and Camila responded with "What I do with my body is MY BUSINESS!!" to which I replied, "and every other fuckboy in Framingham's business too Camila. Don't forget all the boys from Revival Church you've been with and all the other ones in Florida, and the rest of the crew in Framingham who dared touch your promiscuous self." At this point Ian got uncomfortable because he did not know he was fucking with a THOT that most boys in Framingham already had a taste of, so he decided to leave and they both left. A few days later Camila attempted to put a harassment order against me because I made a joke about her being a hoe, which if you consider her promiscuity and her how quickly she falls into bed with boys, a lot of people would agree but never to her face since a lot of boys and girls have taking a ride in her "THONDA CIVIC" aka THOTS are thonda civics because everyone can afford one and they go for miles and miles. (I had to put a little comedy in there because I am still hurt over the fact that I wasn't slutty enough to win Ian back...)
I was living the dream in NY, partying and shopping. One night I was sitting at table with my supermodel friend and French Montana the weekend before I had to see Camila in Framingham court about the harassment order. I showed up exhausted from the drive, but still dressed in professional attire to speak to the judge to file my motion to dismiss. I explained to the judge that Camila's accusations are a matter of an erroneous perspective and that I have no interest in her nor her life. I will gladly stay away from her and don't want anything to do with her. The judge agreed to dismiss the harassment order and we went our separate ways.
From March of 2016 until November of 2016, I did not leave the house nor go anywhere in Framingham outside of my job and places to run errands. I was severely depressed and living in fear because I did not realize Camila was emotionally terrorizing me and harassing me because she felt shame/guilt over what she did to me. She doesn't logically understand this because of her mental illness and the fact that she suffers from dualistic thinking and probably some type of double personality disorder. She actually believes she did nothing wrong and that Ian is in love with her. Wrong. Ian is a lonely boy who was still talking about how he doesn't understand what happened with his relationship because he wanted to marry me and have our life together. Ian talked about me for over an hour to his best female friend, but he still doesn't understand what he did wrong. He must also suffer from dualistic thinking or some type of personality disorder because he feels strong feelings for me but won't accept them because he does not understand them.
On Black Friday, November 25, 2015, I was at Angry Hams with 2 of my friends. When I walked in, Camila saw me and followed me into the ladies room. She attempted to approach me stating, "Hi how are you!?" to which I ignored her and turned away. She quickly rushed into the the bathroom stall and I left the ladies room. I stayed away from her and Ian the whole night, sitting near the pool section away from the dance floor. At the end of the night I stood outside in front of Angry Hams waiting for my ride. Camila approached me again, tugged on my arm yelling at me. I tried to ignore her and she pulled my ponytail and yanked my head back to the point which I almost fell back and suffered neck pains for the next few days. She immediately ran into her car and the bartenders and other people outside came to help me. They jotted down her license plate number and told me to go to the police. Camila had been threatening me in church in March of 2016 so I was too scared to do anything about the situation and assumed it was just like a child misbehaving so I ignored the attack.
A few weeks later, I was having breakfast with two male friends, and we were sitting at the bar of a Framingham dinner on Saturday December 17, 2016. Camila was an employee of the establishment and she saw me at the bar with the 2 boys. She took a cup of hot coffee and deliberately threw it at my back while she walked by. She then proceeded to continue working as if nothing happened. One friend got up immediately and confronted her by saying, "What the hell was that!?" to which she replied, "What!? Did I get any on you?" He was outraged and trying to help me with the burns on my back. I was in shock and let the waitress who was helping me asked if I knew Camila. I calmly told the waitress Camila was (at that time) dating my ex and the relationship I had with him ended over a year ago. Since March of 2016 I stayed away from Camila and tried to grow distance from the disrespectful way she manipulated me and the people around Framingham. She obviously feels some type of way every time she sees me, most likely because she knows, deep down, that what she did wrong to me was wrong, immoral and against the values she wants to adhere to.
Camila has court in Jan of 2016 where the DA will be prosecuting her for the assault and battery with a dangerous weapon. It is hard to understand why Camila would feel so threatened in my presence when I never once physically harmed nor assaulted her, and simple spoke the truth about her promiscuity, her conniving actions, and the deceitful act she puts on in front of certain people in order to maintain a different reputation than of her true inner broken and damaged character. She needs mental help and possibly a restraint to keep from hurting American citizens that were born and raised in the United States.
Regardless, I have forgiven her even after I suffered 1 week of first degree burns and all the emotional distress she put me in over the course of 9 months. I consider Camila my karma for aborting the child Ian and I were suppose to have in 2014. Lesson learned, don't mess with God's gift of life. I regret only the abortion because maybe then the "devil" would not have entered my life in the form of Camila Alves. I am truly sorry to God, my family and friends for the abortion and promise to keep alive any child I may have in the future.
Unfortunately, Camila does not know what repenting means, nor does she understand the situation we have found ourselves in. She believes she is not in the wrong, and feels self-righteous in her web of illusions and lies. Ian is still suffering because he does not want any of his friends near me, he says "I am bad news and everyone should stay away." Poor thing, he simply feels shame, guilt, and lust for me because he doesn't want any of his "boys" hanging out with me nor touching me in any intimate way. Of course he doesn't get that but it's obvious when you look into his eyes and see him on the verge of tears asking his boy (Tony Grey) not to go home with me on Thursday, January 19th. I was at Oconnels with 2 of my friends, Tony was the responsible sober driver. Ian and his friends assumed Tony was intimate with me and all the boys started treating him different because of that. A group of idiots believing a young dumb broken hearted boy's angry words, Billy Thompson Barry Felippin were amongst them. They would die of shame if they were to read these TRUE WORDS that can't be considered facts since feelings are part of human nature and no government law can force any human to reveal their true feelings.
A special thank you to Billy Thompson who goes by Batman on snapchat for snitching to Ian about me, my life, and my art. Also, a special thank you to Barry Felippin for keeping his distance from me and communicating that effectively because he wanted to respect his friendship with Ian. You are all forgiven, but not forgotten.
The first to apologize is the bravest.
The first to forgive is the strongest.
And the first to forget is the happiest.
Satan - a figure appearing in the texts of the Abrahamic religions who brings evil and temptation, and is known as the deceiver who leads humanity astray. Some religious groups teach that he originated as an angel who fell out of favor with God, seducing humanity into the ways of sin, and who has power in the fallen world.Personally, I don't believe in the Devil in that manner. I was raised Christian and Catholic, so I was taught that humans should fear the Devil for some odd reason and adore God in order to protect themselves from going to hell. I love the eloquent details of every religion when they describe this "evil force" as if it were something outside of an idea within our minds. My definition of this idea is as follows: The Devil, or Satan, is the allegorical personification of the principle of wrongdoing. I found this definition in a book circa 2006 and it resonated with me. It makes perfect sense that religions would attempt to personify an important principle to teach members how to avoid doing the wrong things in life. In a sense, it made the idea manageable for some. However, for those who have an open mind and understand things from a different perspective, that description is kind of hard to believe and almost seems comical.
At the end of the day, to each their own. We can choose to believe anything we want, yet I would not want to believe nor entertain an idea that I was taught I should fear. Needless to say, I refused to fear something that #1 I did not understand and #2 did not believe in. It wasn't until the Devil personally entered my life on October 17, 2015 that I opened my eyes and learned how to defend myself. #VanillaNightmare #TrueStory
At first I did not recognize her because she was in a beautiful human form, dressed nicely and with the voice of siren. She behaved like a succubus and seduced the guardian of my heart. I took it upon my self to investigate who this demonic girl was and find out how she easily seduced my lover to lay in bed with her on Saturday night (October 17, 2015). I was laying in his bed, waiting for him to return and wondering if he was safe. upon his return the next morning, I was already out of his bed and on my way to Foxwoods because I strongly felt something happened and that I needed to be there. That night, I confronted him and he told me the truth. He was had slept with the Devil. I was hurt and confused because I thought of him as a warrior of strength, honor and integrity. Never did I see him as a young boy with a malleable mind and raging hormones. The disappointment was so deep I couldn't tell if I was hurt by knowing the truth, not knowing better, or for putting all of my love and trust in this boy.
My curiosity consumed me. I found the demonic girl on facebook and added her as friend. She quickly added me back. I found a mutual friend whom she was collaborating with on a song called Hypnotic by Everpresence. I found out her next perfomance with them was in November, in the Cambridge area. However, she also performed in our city of Framingham at a local restaurant/lounge, Taqueria Mexico. Interetstly enough, a friend who knew a great a bartender at Taqueria Mexico told me to check it out because they have great food and live music. I went on a Thursday (either Oct 22 or 29) and I kid you not, the meet the Devil in person for the first time.
Camila the church whore, aka the Devil in my story and life, was performing. Once she laid eyes on me she felt a mixture of emotions from fear to anger, shame and guilt. I saw it all flash before her eyes as the Devil's touch gripped upon her soul and she fought hard to remain cool, calm and collected. I had to leave for a moment to pick up a friend, and during that time, Camila went out side of the restaurant and starting calling my lover, multiples times, back to back, to announce that I went to the live show that night. He was sleeping, and she was in fear of how I might react. I was completely civilized, although I was hurt over the fact the person I loved the most laid in bed with a random Framingham THOT (that hoe over there). He described her as a "random fuck" to his friends, because he was dealing with his emotions over our rough patch in the relationship.
Moving on, I saw Camila outside of the establishment looking flustered and frazzled because she did not know what I would do. I approached her and said "Listen, I came to apologize because I let you believe that Ian and I were still officially dating during the time you were spreading your legs to him, and that is not true." At that moment she felt relief, gave me a hug, wanted to be "friends" and promised me she would stop "fucking Ian so you guys can get back together." I told her thank you for the crass but generous offer, but once my lover has entered the shed where promiscuous gardening tools hide, I rather search for a new love than to taint myself with the dirty old one.
Regardless, Camila and I had an awkward "friendship" where she would be two-faced keeping me at arms length to find out things about Ian and what I was doing about reconciling things with him. She repeatedly told me that he was just a cute random guy that meant nothing to her, and that he speaks so well of me. Honestly, at this point in time I felt a little bit of hope that him and I would find out way back to each other one day, but I could not swallow my ego and allow a young boy to play me for a fool. Ian kept telling me he was only fucking Camila because he was upset with me moving out of his house and that no one else was as easy and available like her. Simultaneously Camila was spending time with me because she thought she could manipulate the situation in her favor and feel less bad for ruining a relationship between two people who were fighting but clearly in love. It's hard to believe, but actually I felt bad for Camila being recognized as a hoe, but at the same time she was lying to me stating that Ian and I love each other, and will probably end up getting married in the future, yet she secretly hoped that life for her instead.
The next few weeks were hard for me because I was suffering deeply loving a boy who was fucking the Framingham's infamous church whore, while I was busy working for a biotech manufacturing company with his mother, who was head of my department. I needed a place to feel safe and heal, so I started going to the church near my parents house every Friday and Sunday evening. I was becoming a member of the Revival Church in Framingham, where Camila brought me to for the first time in Oct 26, 2015. That night she stole my phone, pretending like it was misplaced, and told me she changed her mind about Ian... Before she could finish, I told her to stop talking because I did not want to hear it. After that day she kept me close, like keeping your enemies closer than your friends... Long story short, after months of drama from social media memes, comments and statuses, Camila began feeling threatened by me and my presence. I never actively looked for her nor ever touched her in away, not even speak to her unless she approached me with her fake smile requesting a greeting.
We pretty much engaged on a "spiritual battle" and she played with me for a fool. I was always fair and fought for Ian like a lady would, resisting contacting him when he behaved like a child and refraining from sex so he could decide who he truly missed and wanted to be with. Camila went to Florida (in November of 2015) for some time where she was intimate with a few guys, one of them is a good friend of a BABE that is friends with Ian, I rather not disclose his name to protect his identity as I respect him for his intellect and honesty. During this time she was in communication with Ian and when she came back he invited her to go on winter vacation with his family and she was staying at his house for a while.
During this "spiritual battle" as I called it, the time frame is Nov 2015 to March 2016. Ian Schimke revealed his true colors: a weak tortured soul hidden behind fake metal armor. He quickly betrayed me and laid in bed with the Devil multiples times, forgetting every promise he ever made to me. He is a mere boy learning how to live, but forgetting that at such a young age he was blessed enough to have the most precious possession that ever comes to man in this world, a woman's heart. I was the fool who gave it to him, all because I was in love for the first time. My only weapon in this "battle" was the truth, and I used my gift to write about it and speak about it so that I could understand why I was so foolish, and how someone could use the word LOVE so many times in a row, and forget it the one moment it would prove how deep that love really was... My punishment for telling the truth while in pain was ridicule from his friends and Camila's friends. They only know their side of the story and refused to hear me out, nor did they care. hence, why I created this blog to write the truth and exercise my freedom of speech.
Camila and Ian were filled with SHAME yet they did not know how to handle that feelings because of their egotistical ways, and they refuse to accept that fact that what they did to me was wrong in multiple levels. They lied to me, disrespected me, Ian strung me along trying to have his cake and eat it too, and Camila Vanilla resorted to threats which ended in physical violence where she is now facing a felony charge in Jan of 2016, for assaulating me with a dangerous weapon.
Prior to the violent attacks, Camila asked to meet with me at the Dunkin Donuts on 135 to apologize for everything that had happened. I agreed to meet with her and Ian came along as well. Ian looked like a puppy with his tail between his legs reeking of marijuana and shame with a sprinkle of guilt. I told him he is forgiven and need not apologize. Next i asked Camila if she had anything to say and her response was, "I have nothing to apologize for!!"
Then I spoke to them in this manner: "Ian and Camila, imagine the 3 of us are aliens looking down at 3 humans on Earth. One psychotic girls is in the mental hospital and gets released. One angry girl is fighting with her boyfriend over problems in their relationship. The angry girl breaks up with her boyfriends in hopes that he will chase her and get back together. Then instead of chasing her, the boy violates his probation and bumps into the psychotic girl at Foxwoods Casino and they bang. Next thing you know the angry girl finds out and wants to meet this psychotic girl. They meet and the the psychotic girl falls for the boy and starts copying everything about the angry girl because the boy once told her "I was attracted to you because you remind me of my ex..." The psychotic girl sees the King and Queen tattoos that Ian and Polyana shared, oops I mean the boy and the angry girl, and Camila (oops the pyschotic girl) gets the same tattoo as Polyana. -Now, I was both scared and honored when a mental health patient who suffers with psychopathy tried to imitate me by getting my tattoo and laying in bed with my previous lover. However, that's some fucked up shit don't you think?
Ian sat in silence, looking dazed and confused, and Camila responded with "What I do with my body is MY BUSINESS!!" to which I replied, "and every other fuckboy in Framingham's business too Camila. Don't forget all the boys from Revival Church you've been with and all the other ones in Florida, and the rest of the crew in Framingham who dared touch your promiscuous self." At this point Ian got uncomfortable because he did not know he was fucking with a THOT that most boys in Framingham already had a taste of, so he decided to leave and they both left. A few days later Camila attempted to put a harassment order against me because I made a joke about her being a hoe, which if you consider her promiscuity and her how quickly she falls into bed with boys, a lot of people would agree but never to her face since a lot of boys and girls have taking a ride in her "THONDA CIVIC" aka THOTS are thonda civics because everyone can afford one and they go for miles and miles. (I had to put a little comedy in there because I am still hurt over the fact that I wasn't slutty enough to win Ian back...)
I was living the dream in NY, partying and shopping. One night I was sitting at table with my supermodel friend and French Montana the weekend before I had to see Camila in Framingham court about the harassment order. I showed up exhausted from the drive, but still dressed in professional attire to speak to the judge to file my motion to dismiss. I explained to the judge that Camila's accusations are a matter of an erroneous perspective and that I have no interest in her nor her life. I will gladly stay away from her and don't want anything to do with her. The judge agreed to dismiss the harassment order and we went our separate ways.
From March of 2016 until November of 2016, I did not leave the house nor go anywhere in Framingham outside of my job and places to run errands. I was severely depressed and living in fear because I did not realize Camila was emotionally terrorizing me and harassing me because she felt shame/guilt over what she did to me. She doesn't logically understand this because of her mental illness and the fact that she suffers from dualistic thinking and probably some type of double personality disorder. She actually believes she did nothing wrong and that Ian is in love with her. Wrong. Ian is a lonely boy who was still talking about how he doesn't understand what happened with his relationship because he wanted to marry me and have our life together. Ian talked about me for over an hour to his best female friend, but he still doesn't understand what he did wrong. He must also suffer from dualistic thinking or some type of personality disorder because he feels strong feelings for me but won't accept them because he does not understand them.
On Black Friday, November 25, 2015, I was at Angry Hams with 2 of my friends. When I walked in, Camila saw me and followed me into the ladies room. She attempted to approach me stating, "Hi how are you!?" to which I ignored her and turned away. She quickly rushed into the the bathroom stall and I left the ladies room. I stayed away from her and Ian the whole night, sitting near the pool section away from the dance floor. At the end of the night I stood outside in front of Angry Hams waiting for my ride. Camila approached me again, tugged on my arm yelling at me. I tried to ignore her and she pulled my ponytail and yanked my head back to the point which I almost fell back and suffered neck pains for the next few days. She immediately ran into her car and the bartenders and other people outside came to help me. They jotted down her license plate number and told me to go to the police. Camila had been threatening me in church in March of 2016 so I was too scared to do anything about the situation and assumed it was just like a child misbehaving so I ignored the attack.
A few weeks later, I was having breakfast with two male friends, and we were sitting at the bar of a Framingham dinner on Saturday December 17, 2016. Camila was an employee of the establishment and she saw me at the bar with the 2 boys. She took a cup of hot coffee and deliberately threw it at my back while she walked by. She then proceeded to continue working as if nothing happened. One friend got up immediately and confronted her by saying, "What the hell was that!?" to which she replied, "What!? Did I get any on you?" He was outraged and trying to help me with the burns on my back. I was in shock and let the waitress who was helping me asked if I knew Camila. I calmly told the waitress Camila was (at that time) dating my ex and the relationship I had with him ended over a year ago. Since March of 2016 I stayed away from Camila and tried to grow distance from the disrespectful way she manipulated me and the people around Framingham. She obviously feels some type of way every time she sees me, most likely because she knows, deep down, that what she did wrong to me was wrong, immoral and against the values she wants to adhere to.
Camila has court in Jan of 2016 where the DA will be prosecuting her for the assault and battery with a dangerous weapon. It is hard to understand why Camila would feel so threatened in my presence when I never once physically harmed nor assaulted her, and simple spoke the truth about her promiscuity, her conniving actions, and the deceitful act she puts on in front of certain people in order to maintain a different reputation than of her true inner broken and damaged character. She needs mental help and possibly a restraint to keep from hurting American citizens that were born and raised in the United States.
Regardless, I have forgiven her even after I suffered 1 week of first degree burns and all the emotional distress she put me in over the course of 9 months. I consider Camila my karma for aborting the child Ian and I were suppose to have in 2014. Lesson learned, don't mess with God's gift of life. I regret only the abortion because maybe then the "devil" would not have entered my life in the form of Camila Alves. I am truly sorry to God, my family and friends for the abortion and promise to keep alive any child I may have in the future.
Unfortunately, Camila does not know what repenting means, nor does she understand the situation we have found ourselves in. She believes she is not in the wrong, and feels self-righteous in her web of illusions and lies. Ian is still suffering because he does not want any of his friends near me, he says "I am bad news and everyone should stay away." Poor thing, he simply feels shame, guilt, and lust for me because he doesn't want any of his "boys" hanging out with me nor touching me in any intimate way. Of course he doesn't get that but it's obvious when you look into his eyes and see him on the verge of tears asking his boy (Tony Grey) not to go home with me on Thursday, January 19th. I was at Oconnels with 2 of my friends, Tony was the responsible sober driver. Ian and his friends assumed Tony was intimate with me and all the boys started treating him different because of that. A group of idiots believing a young dumb broken hearted boy's angry words, Billy Thompson Barry Felippin were amongst them. They would die of shame if they were to read these TRUE WORDS that can't be considered facts since feelings are part of human nature and no government law can force any human to reveal their true feelings.
A special thank you to Billy Thompson who goes by Batman on snapchat for snitching to Ian about me, my life, and my art. Also, a special thank you to Barry Felippin for keeping his distance from me and communicating that effectively because he wanted to respect his friendship with Ian. You are all forgiven, but not forgotten.
The first to apologize is the bravest.
The first to forgive is the strongest.
And the first to forget is the happiest.
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