Stephanie Parkinson Mullins Kentucky Kentucky

This knuckle dragging, inbred, thunder cunt met my husband through her mother around March 2013. She asked him to move a rug for her from Lowe’s. He met the mother through a gardening class. He filed an appeal for Stephanie to help her get her job back after she got fired from JCPS. She posted her job woes on another site. I’m not sure how it evolved from that, but eventually, my anti-phone husband suddenly had a cell, and he would hide it, and put a lock code on it. I have a cell, and have NEVER locked it. I knew something was up in June 2013, but didn’t catch him until my birthday. Yes, I discovered this on my birthday of 2013, while on vacation in Panama City, with our son. I couldn’t confront him them, I would never do that my child. The day after we got back, he suddenly had to go see Rocky Horror Picture Show at some outdoor theatre in Louisville. When he was in the shower, I took his phone, cracked the code, and saw their plans. I confronted him while he was in the sh

This knuckle dragging, inbred, thunder cunt met my husband through her mother around March 2013. She asked him to move a rug for her from Lowe’s. He met the mother through a gardening class. He filed an appeal for Stephanie to help her get her job back after she got fired from JCPS. She posted her job woes on another site. I’m not sure how it evolved from that, but eventually, my anti-phone husband suddenly had a cell, and he would hide it, and put a lock code on it. I have a cell, and have NEVER locked it. I knew something was up in June 2013, but didn’t catch him until my birthday. Yes, I discovered this on my birthday of 2013, while on vacation in Panama City, with our son. I couldn’t confront him them, I would never do that my child. The day after we got back, he suddenly had to go see Rocky Horror Picture Show at some outdoor theatre in Louisville. When he was in the shower, I took his phone, cracked the code, and saw their plans. I confronted him while he was in the shower, and eventually broke the bedroom door when I kicked it open when he locked me out. I eventually obliterated the phone, and he stopped seeing her. || Fast forward to November 1, 2013. I called in sick that day, and that BITCH showed up at my front door, demanding to get a ‘proper goodbye’ from my husband. He was losing his mind, and I knew he had stopped seeing her, as the man can’t lie to save his life. I will never understand how such a lousy liar made such a good lawyer… Last month, I knew something else was ‘off’. On June 9th, my fireplace rang. Another phone from her, again, I cracked the code. He’s seeing her again, with some pics on their to prove it. She says he’s her ‘soul mate’, and thinks we should all be in a relationship. Please see the email below, that she sent him LAST YEAR, concerning her son, who graduated 8th grade just a few days ago. I will redact the names of the innocent. If there is any doubt as to her character, this should silence it. I will post another link in the comments after this gets posted, showing her other issues as well. I won’t do it here, as she may have time to hide it. This happened at the end of his 7th grade year, so he had to have taken them sometime in the 5th grade. As opposed to getting this child the help he obviously, and desperately needs, she decides to make a joke out of it. || Furthermore… She attempted to get back with my husband by claiming she had a cancerous lump in her breast, which was bullshit. || Now, after reading what is below, ask yourself, how could a woman like this EVER land a job teaching Kindergarteners, and let’s all thank God she was FIRED. || I’m not sure if this should really be amusing to me or if I should be sharing it but I’m gonna anyway. But shhhh…. You never heard it from me. || Here is the email: || So, when SON came home from EX-HUSBANDS the other day he brought back his backpack of dirty clothes as usual. It sits in the living room for a day or two and then I get sick of seeing it so I grab it and take it downstairs to the laundry. I empty the main pocket and throw it all in the washer. That’s when I notice that the front pocket is full too so I open it and pull it all out and…… || Ready for it? It’s full of women’s underwear and 2 bras. I shit you not. No one is here so I don’t do anything about it and then I promptly forget about it. Fast forward to tonight. My neighbor knocks on the door and says,”I found these in my dryer and they aren’t mine.” We take them (a black thong) and (removed) says,”They aren’t mine”. At which point I remember all the underwear I found. || So I ask SON about them. He, of course, denies knowledge of them. DAUGHTER suddenly remembers that a couple of years ago SON took underwear that belonged to two of her friends and hid them in his room (he had crushes on both of them). So what do we do? || DAUGHTER and I take off towards the basement with SON trailing us yelling,”They’re not there anymore, I hid them.” DAUGHTER and I continue our race and sure enough they aren’t there anymore. || Eventually, SON unearths them. He has hidden them in yet another backpack in all the crap we’re storing. The story when he finally opts to give us one is that they belong to his old”girlfriends” (yes, plural). || I guess I have a budding lingerie fetishist on my hands!!!! || PS Does sexual deviance run in families? Lol || Nothing is impossible, the word itself says I’m possible (Audrey Hepburn) || -Stephanie

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