Karma They Can’t Escape

Welcome back to the blog, y’all! Go ahead and grab your coffee, your matcha, your wine, or whatever is keeping you hydrated and sane today.

If you read my last post—the absolute reality-TV-level saga about my psychopathic, “Single White Female” ex-best friend and my spineless baby daddy—first of all, thank you for the love and support. My DMs were flooded with people who have unfortunately dealt with their own versions of the “Puppet Master.”

But today, we are doing a highly requested follow-up. Because a lot of you asked the million-dollar question: “Tina, how is your son doing through all of this, and where are you at now?”

Well, let me tell you, time is a beautiful thing. It is currently 2026, and the dust hasn’t just settled; it has been swept up, bagged, and thrown into the dumpster where it belongs. Let’s talk about the aftermath, the glow-up, the unhinged stalking that still hasn’t stopped, and the inevitable reckoning that my son’s father is going to have to face.

From EBT to Financial Independence: My Personal Victory

Before we get into the heavy stuff, I need to take a quick moment to celebrate a massive personal victory. If you recall from my last storytime, my ex-best friend hit absolute rock bottom when she stole my EBT card—which had about $3,000 worth of food stamps on it to feed my family—and sold it on the street for cash.

That was a dark time. I was struggling, I was stressed, and I was relying on government assistance just to make sure we had food on the table. But baby, look at us now! It is 2026, and your girl is completely off EBT and thriving.

Why Your Current Situation Isn’t Your Final Destination

I am fully financially independent. I am swiping my own debit cards at the grocery store, buying whatever my kids need, and doing it entirely on my own. I don’t say this to brag; I say this because I want anyone out there who is currently struggling to know that your current situation is not your final destination.

She thought stealing my food stamps would break me. She thought she was keeping me down. But all she did was give me the ultimate motivation to hustle harder. I leveled up my life, my finances, and my peace of mind. Meanwhile, she’s still out here playing neighborhood watch with her fake social media accounts, trying to figure out how I’m glowing so hard.

Dealing with Unhinged Obsession and Digital Harassment

You would think that after years of me ignoring her, leveling up, and minding my own business, this girl would have moved on. You would think she’d be focused on raising the baby she had with my ex. You would be wrong.

It is the year 2026, and this woman still has a sick, deeply unhinged obsession with me. I mean, it is borderline terrifying. She simply will not leave me alone. She goes out of her way to track down anyone who will listen to her and feeds them horrible, fabricated stories about me.

Owning Your Narrative

But here is where the psychopathy really shows: she is out here posting ancient history. I’m talking about old pictures of me and screenshots of text messages from years ago. Jokes on her, though—everything about my life is out in the open. I have absolutely nothing to hide. I own my past, my mistakes, and my journey. You cannot blackmail or shame someone who has already embraced their story.

I honestly sit here and rack my brain trying to understand this crazy, sick obsession. I was nothing but nice and kind to her when we were friends. I gave her everything I had. Yet she desperately wants to be me. She wants my life. She wants everything I have. The exhaustion of dealing with someone this relentless is real. I just wish—more than anything—that she would find a hobby, move on, and stop the crazy.

The Reality of Absent Fathers and Childhood Trauma

Let’s pivot back to the dynamic duo of toxicity: the Puppet Master and my son’s father. In their weird, twisted, obsessive little bubble, they think they’ve “won.” They think that by blocking me and ignoring my attempts to peacefully co-parent, they are somehow hurting me.

The Impact of Parental Alienation

But here is the harsh, cold reality: They aren’t hurting me. They are failing a child. When she sits there and whispers in his ear that he shouldn’t care about his son, she is actively orchestrating childhood trauma. My son is growing up. He is hitting milestones.

• Who is always there? Me.
• Who has an empty chair? His father.

Every time the Puppet Master tells him to ignore my texts about his son’s school, she is erasing a memory he could have had. Every time she convinces him that he doesn’t need to step up, she is widening the massive gap between a boy and his dad.

Facing the Reckoning: No More Apologizing for the Mess

Here is the part that brings me absolute, unwavering peace: I will not be the one who takes the blame for this. Not in 2026, honey. We have receipts.

I have left the door open for him to be a father. I have tried to communicate. And he has chosen, time and time again, to follow the instructions of an obsessed, psychopathic woman who hates me more than she loves him.

The Hard Questions to Come

One day, my son is going to be a grown man. When that day comes, I am not going to badmouth his father. I won’t have to. The silence and the absence will speak volumes. When my son finally tracks his father down, the conversation is going to go something like this:

• “Why weren’t you there?”
• “Why did you walk away?”

Is he going to look his grown son in the eye and say, “I wanted to call you, but my girlfriend told me not to”? By the time he wakes up and realizes how she isolated him, stunted his growth, and made him abandon his child just to spite me—it is going to be too late.

Staying Blessed and Unbothered

As for me? I am doing exactly what I should be doing. I am pouring all of my love, energy, and newly-earned financial stability into raising my kids. I used to want closure from these two. I used to want an apology. But now, in 2026? I just want them to stay exactly where they are—far away from me and my beautiful, drama-free life.

She can keep her fake accounts and her sick obsession. I’m keeping my kids, my peace, and my EBT-free bank account.

Stay blessed, stay unbothered, and remember that karma doesn’t need your help to do its job.

Until next time,

Tina

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