Beware the sting of a killa b33... might be fatal to your ego 🐝
Name: GBS
Birthdate: 8/16/1985
Location: Unknown
Why they feelin' The Sting today:
My beloved [REDACTED],
It’s been *entirely too long* since our last communication; I hope you’re well.
Unfortunately, it’s been so long that I’m unsure of our current relationship status. Regardless, I’ve remained true to you & our union together.
Much has transpired in the months since we last spoke. I’m assuming you’ve been keeping up with my life via my blog posts, but there’s still *so very much* that’s left unsaid...
In the time since we last spoke, I’ve come out of an extended brain fog regarding a past relationship of mine. We never talked in depth about this person, outside of my telling you he wasn’t the man I initially thought he was.
Well, that person’s name is [REDACTED]—& he’s a piece of work, to say the absolute least.
[REDACTED] & I were high school sweethearts whose close genetic bond was revealed to us at some point during our courtship, a revelation that honestly cooled me on continuing to date him at the time.
[REDACTED] is a very brilliant, very troubled soul who—like me—has endured a lot of tragedy & hardship in his life.
I don’t know what the exact catalyst was in him going *even further* off the deep end, but it’s as if that unfortunate genetic revelation ignited something in him to pursue me even harder—to the point of st@!king, obs3$$ion, & even s3xu@l a$$@u!t.
At 14 years old & while I was dating [REDACTED], I was in a near-fatal car accident.
I was comatose for several months & have *extremely spotty* recollection of that entire time period—almost as if it were a dream, or as if the severe trauma happened to someone else.
This incident was so detrimentally impactful to my mind, body & psyche that I essentially had to be brainwashed into being able to cope, heal, & live some semblance of a normal life.
I’m “OK” in present day, but it took *quite a while* for me to remember certain autobiographical details about myself.
That’s to say, my closest friends & family members had to routinely tell me about my chaotic early life & consistently show me video & pictures taken during that time period in order to fill-in the gaps of my post-accident memory.
I even had to learn to walk again.
*Only recently* has the brain fog from this extreme trauma started to lift for me.
Horrifically, I’m now aware that while I was in that comatose state so long ago, I also somehow entered into a marital arrangement with [REDACTED].
This is to say:
While I’ve been freely living the life of a single woman in a committed relationship with *YOU,* my soulmate, [REDACTED]’s been moving through the world as if he’s married to *ME,* his childhood sweetheart & younger biological sibling/twin flame 😱
You probably feel as if I’ve deceived you; I can assure you that’s *anything* but the case.
This is going to sound very ‘sci-fi’ & almost unbelievable but, very briefly, I’ve apparently been used by an unknown government entity as a sort of sleeper cell agent, who’s been brainwashed & “re-programmed” to become aware of or release certain information to certain individuals at *very* specific times.
My sudden awareness of this marital arrangement with [REDACTED] is a by-product of said brainwashing.
If that weren’t tragic & traumatic enough, [REDACTED] brutally a$$@u!ted me at his DC-area home circa [REDACTED] to the point he obtained my egg cells, which he subsequently combined with *his* sperm cells, to create an untold amount of embryos which were then used to impregnate couples known *only* to [REDACTED].
All of this basically amounts to *ill3g@l egg harvesting,* or a type of modern-day sl@v3ry/human tr@ff!ck!ng.
I’m still *very much* embroiled in the aftermath of [REDACTED]’s a$$@u!t on me, & I’m working closely with an organization that specializes in handling complex cases such as mine.
I just want *YOU,* as my life partner, to be fully aware of the magnitude of what I—we?—are dealing with at the moment.
As the mental fog continues to lift, I’m eternally devastated at what it reveals.
Again:
Up until this point, I was *very much* living my life as a single woman in a happy, deeply committed relationship with *YOU*—and only you.
Ideally, I’d *LOVE* to continue our relationship together; you’re literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
But given the volatile situation with [REDACTED], I understand if we have to maintain our excruciating distance from one another even longer, for our own personal safety.
I just couldn’t go much longer without communicating with you, [REDACTED]. My heart literally aches in its yearning for you.
I hope you’re not too upset with me for all this; it feels like my entire universe is caving in.
I do hope you’re well, my love. I’d love hearing from you if at all possible.
Infinitely Yours,
~L