Janelee E. Kilmer Jefferson and Carthage, New York New York

I wish I had known about this site a long time ago and I would have exposed this bitch long ago. My story starts as every other story. Boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy, boy turns into huge scum bag and cheats on said girl. Thankfully my story has a happy ending (somewhat, which is why I’m here to expose said skanky bitch. || Meet Janelee Kilmer also goes by, Jenna, Baby J, Lee, and an assortment of slut bag name sakes, given by yours truly So I met my now husband back in 2005. Things were nice and we ended up moving in together about six month after dating. We got joint cell phones, (at that time you were really committed until you got a cell phone plan together) Everything was great. We were happy and in love. This is where the nails on chalkboard sounds and everyone looks around confused. I started noticing a phone number I didnít recognize on my husbandís portion of the phone bill. His phone would begin ringing at all hours of the day or night. After about

I wish I had known about this site a long time ago and I would have exposed this bitch long ago. My story starts as every other story. Boy meets girl, girl falls in love with boy, boy turns into huge scum bag and cheats on said girl. Thankfully my story has a happy ending (somewhat, which is why I’m here to expose said skanky bitch. || Meet Janelee Kilmer also goes by, Jenna, Baby J, Lee, and an assortment of slut bag name sakes, given by yours truly So I met my now husband back in 2005. Things were nice and we ended up moving in together about six month after dating. We got joint cell phones, (at that time you were really committed until you got a cell phone plan together) Everything was great. We were happy and in love. This is where the nails on chalkboard sounds and everyone looks around confused. I started noticing a phone number I didnít recognize on my husbandís portion of the phone bill. His phone would begin ringing at all hours of the day or night. After about two weeks of these mysterious phone calls I got curious and”accidentally” sent him to work with my phone rather than his. I soon stumbled onto text messages which led to an assortment of letters and pictures hidden in his sock drawer. Inventive right? All from this girl”Jenna”. I waited patiently for the phone to begin ringing off the hook as I knew it would, and once it did I answered it. After a bunch of stuttering Jenna answered me. I calmly asked why she continued to call my (then boyfriend) and she responded that they use to date but no longer did. (obviously slut bag.) I said okay well then why are you still calling? He has obviously moved on. She informed me that they were just friends and he was helping her through a tough time. I asked her to please stop calling him and hung up. I changed the phone numbers that second. Come to find out later that night they never”dated” as much as my husband used her for a piece of easy ass. The very NIGHT he met her she spread her legs for him….in the back of an open minivan…..in a cornfield….surrounded by people…while they watched….yeah can you say slut bag? Cause I sure can. || Fast forward two months and suddenly (with the new numbers) the same thing happens. My boyfriend informs me that she has threatened to kill herself and he didnít want that as his burden. So I say fine and allow him to talk to her. In front of me only. A month goes by and she begins to call my cell phone, saying she needs a girl to talk to. || Okay. I fall for her sob story and actually start to be her friend. Silly me. Apparently I ignored that keep your friends close and your enemies or in this situation competition closer. Fast forward a few months and my boyfriend proposes…YAY! right. ha! I end up going away for the military and just before I leave he informs me that oh yeah btw I slept with Jenna. I’m sorry. || I end up breaking up with him and going through boot camp alone. Once I finish I decide to go and see him. Because for some crazy screwed up reason I loved this man. While I’m there I discover that his mother, yes his mother, moved the bitch in KNOWING he and I were trying to work on things. She strolls out of bed not knowing I was there and looks at me with a deer in headlights look. I nail into her, obviously. And end up throwing her out of the house. || Letís fast forward a bunch more I end up forgiving him and my husband and I get married(2006). We arenít married for a month. A MONTH before she sticks her nose in where it doesnít belong. Sending supposive emails and texts that he sent her and pictures of them together. I believe her lies and end up divorcing him. Fast forward into 2007. He and I both remarry, me to an even bigger douche that doesnít deserve mentioning and him to the slut bag herself. As if I didnít need another slap in the face. I leave said douche bag and she ends up cheating on him (LOL Karmas a BITCH!) so second divorce proceedings are started. He leaves for Afghanistan and emails me, sends letters, flowers ect. Doing everything in his power to get me back. After an entire year of this, I go back with my fifteen month old son whom he treats like his own. || 2009 we move in together, he stays faithful as can be. Loving and attentive ect. Life is perfect or so I hoped. Slut bag is back and keys my truck. Claiming he is again sleeping with her. I even go as far as to take my husband to the police for a lie detector test. He isnt lying this time. And she has no evidence that says they are sleeping together. || 2011 my husband and I tie the knot for a second time and have our second child. Our child is premature and the entire time we are in the nicu, twatwaffle is facebooking him trying to find out information on our son. She actually has the nerve to act like she is upset! Like it is her child. Finally…finally she fades away and we think she may be gone for good this time. My husband is tired of her and frankly so am I. || But here we are 2013 and she….still…..wont…..go……away!!!!!!! She is like a bad std. Which honestly I wouldnít be surprised if she has a bunch of them. Seriously if you know her or a guy is around, steer clear. But regardless of her shenanigans my husband has learned to steer clear and thankfully keep his junk in his pants. So even after seven years she is still trying. Ughhh. Good luck to all that meet her.

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