Natalie Marie Gatian aka Natalie Loudin Waynesboro, PA / Smithsburg Hagerstown, MD / Parkersburg & Berkeley Springs, WV Maryland

This, THING, is more than your average whore. This thing is the devil. My fiancé and I had been together for 2 yrs. and had a 6 week old son. Our son had been born prematurely and spent a week in the NICU. He was born via emergency C-section during which I coded and needed to be resuscitated before the baby was removed. We both nearly died. || My fiancé is a self-proclaimed Christian who loves to thump the Bible. However, it only seems to appeal to him when it’s arguing his point, yet he refuses to see all of his flaws that it so blatantly points out to him. He didn’t work, he didn’t take care of the house, and he didn’t do anything but sit on his ass and bawl about how depressed he was and how hard everything was for him. So with an infected C-section would and an intestinal infection, I was all but caring for our newborn on my own. After many sleepless nights I finally had enough and told him I needed help. He said that the next morning he would wake up and take care of

This, THING, is more than your average whore. This thing is the devil. My fiancé and I had been together for 2 yrs. and had a 6 week old son. Our son had been born prematurely and spent a week in the NICU. He was born via emergency C-section during which I coded and needed to be resuscitated before the baby was removed. We both nearly died. || My fiancé is a self-proclaimed Christian who loves to thump the Bible. However, it only seems to appeal to him when it’s arguing his point, yet he refuses to see all of his flaws that it so blatantly points out to him. He didn’t work, he didn’t take care of the house, and he didn’t do anything but sit on his ass and bawl about how depressed he was and how hard everything was for him. So with an infected C-section would and an intestinal infection, I was all but caring for our newborn on my own. After many sleepless nights I finally had enough and told him I needed help. He said that the next morning he would wake up and take care of the baby while I slept in. So at 7am, when our son woke, I looked around for him and he was nowhere to be found. I took care of my baby, fed him, changed him, put him back to sleep and proceeded to look for him. Low and behold, I open my front door and what do I find? My fiancé sitting on a neighbors door stoop all snugged up next to this whore. So I yelled a bunch of obscenities and locked him out. I got my son loaded up in my car and drove him 5 minutes away to my mother’s house and asked her to watch him while I took care of this issue. Now mind you, a few nights previous we had gotten into a big fight because of his total lack of responsibility and I had told him I was done and he had 30 days to find a job or get out. After things had calmed down for a few days, I attempted to talk things over with him and he was distant which was not like him. Any other time he was very eager to make things better…of course, being with me was a free ride so why wouldn’t he? I work, I pay my bills, I clean my house and take care of my responsibilities with no outside help from any one or any agency. I took his phone and looked through it and he panicked the entire time though I found nothing. Not surprising as he deletes everything immediately. He then took the spare bed we had and moved it into our spare bedroom and set it up for him instead of coming to bed with me that night to talk things over as I had asked him to. Red flags were going off everywhere but I was still blind to the truth. || So fast forward…I’ve dropped my son off with my mother and returned to my home where I confronted him who OF COURSE said he was doing nothing wrong but talking with a friend. Yet this is the only FRIEND he had that had never been mentioned to me and he felt the need to hide. Never mind the fact that at 7am he belonged in the house in bed with his family, not porch monkeying it up with some random skank. So I then knocked on the door of the house IT had been at and demanded IT come out. Come to find out this wasn’t IT’S house but a friend’s house…IT’S BOYFRIENDS house. Come to find out IT has no house. So IT comes out and for hours myself, IT, and my fiancé stand there debating, talking, and IT tries to play counselor and denies any wrong doing. IT says “I’m a good Christian woman.” IT says IT wants nothing to do with him but was only talking and offering friendship. IT defends him, “some people can’t work” IT says. “You don’t need money for food when you can grow your own food” IT says….mind you at the same time IT was saying this to me, IT was opening up a statement from welfare telling IT how much money in food stamps IT was going to be collecting. I work for my money, I pay my own bills, I don’t sit on my ass and collect benefits that I’m not entitled to. This bitch had the nerve to tell me I had postpartum depression and to try to tell me how I should be parenting my child. YES! This THING who has 2 children, one of which had just been taken away from IT by the father. IT had the nerve to quote Bible scripture to me! “A house divided cannot stand” IT said. Well here’s a news flash bitch…that doesn’t mean you tear the damn house down, it means you fix the problem. IT told me my family wasn’t worth fighting for. IT took scripture and twisted it purposefully, IT looked right through me…I was face to face with the devil and I knew IT. All the while the two of them sat there texting each other back and forth thinking they were playing me for a fool. I said I loved him, IT told me I didn’t. I finally had enough. He begged to be let in the house to get food and drink. I told him no…let your whore feed you….go grow something and have a fucking feast. I left and went to my mother’s after I had locked the house up and didn’t go back until that evening when my best friend came to meet me and stay with me. I didn’t want to stay alone as I knew my pension for anger and I would have probably killed him. He spent the day with his whore in the friend’s house. Why not the house IT lived at with IT’S child? Because IT had a boyfriend that IT lived with…yet IT told my fiancé IT was single and this boyfriend was just a bisexual roommate that had a crush on IT. || When I got back to my house that evening I noticed that some things were missing…he had been in my house. He had broken in. Apparently months earlier had had made an additional spare key and hidden it. I guess he knew he was planning on getting kicked out. I called the police and of course there was nothing they could do except to tell him to leave because even though he wasn’t on the lease, even though he paid no bills, he had been living there as allowed by me and it was considered his residence. He had broken in to feed his face, to change clothes, AND to get a shirt for IT and a sweatshirt for IT’S son!!!!! “They’re homeless and they don’t have many clothes, Jesus said to clothe those who have not” is what he said to me! I don’t know how I didn’t kill him. His mother picked him up at 2am after he spent the entire night sitting out in the cold sucking face with his whore. || A week or so went by and he was playing back and forth telling me he wasn’t talking to IT when he was. He posted the above picture on Facebook entitle “My Natalie. The greatest blessing in my life”. REALLY? YOU HAVE A 6 WEEK OLD SON AND THAT’S YOUR GREATEST BLESSING?!?!?! He finally admitted he had considered himself to be in a relationship with IT and had kissed IT but denies that it went any further…I still don’t know if I believe that except for the fact that they really had no opportunity. He had to resort to staying with his grandmother who lived over an hour away and he’s a loser so he had no transportation of his own and neither did IT. IT told him that if I approached IT in anyway IT would press charges. I don’t know why IT was so scared when IT claims to have done nothing wrong. || A few weeks have gone by and he comes with his mother and grandfather to pick up his things. Of course he claimed to have cut of all contact with IT at this point and had been begging me to let him come back. Yet he stopped at IT’S house on the way to mine to give IT a kiss and tell IT he loved IT. Fucking worthless scags…all of them…his family included. Well low and behold he eventually finds out that IT had been lying to him (as I had already pointed out to him many times) and IT really did have a boyfriend – not a bisexual roommate – and IT was screwing around with multiple different guys. Needless to say IT’S boyfriend also figured this out and kicked IT out. Last I heard it moved back to West VA. || It took months of pastoral and clinical counseling which we are still involved in, but I eventually allowed him back. He now has a job and no secrets. He is open, attentive, and takes care of his responsibilities and is a good father. I still struggle with my feelings for him but I will make whatever sacrifices needed for my son to have a happy, intact home. || Please beware…I’m not exactly sure of the spelling of the last name and IT’S of course Facebook blocked me. I know that it has had residences in Smithsburg, MD, Waynesboro, PA, and WV. This is not your average whore; this is the coldest, darkest, most evil, vindictive thing I have ever been in the presence of. My only regret is that I am still waiting the opportunity to look IT in the face and let IT know that I know what IT is and that IT hasn’t and will not ever ruin me.  Your children would be better off raised in a loving home then bounced around from boyfriend to boyfriend with no home or possessions of their own because IT doesn’t want to work and can’t keep IT’S legs shut. Maybe that’s harsh…but I really don’t care. || Natalie, you’ll get yours and I can’t wait. You are unlovable, unlikable, no one will ever want you for more than a hole – and that’s even pushing it. Karma, you fucking gutter slut. KARMA. || || >

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