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***If you'd like to skip the backstory, please scroll down to the part that says, "Who Jane Really IS!"

Also, I just wanted to say that I am not posting this to make anyone feel sorry for me or my family! I'm just trying to paint the picture of who Jane really is and has always been, so that everyone knows that she didn't just snap one day and do a terrible thing; she's been terrible for a really long time, and now EVERYONE knows it, not just those close to her.

I'm okay with everything she did to us; it was a long time ago, and we learned and grew from the experiences. We're free from her now, we're much happier, and that's what really matters. ^^



- Backstory -


***This story is EXTREMELY condensed, as listing the full details of everything Jane has done to our family would be enough to fill a book.


A common character in the stories I've shared about my life through the years has been a woman named Jane.

I have known Jane my whole life, and she has always been a horrible person, even as a child.

And as she is four years older than me, and six years older than my little sister, she wound up as our babysitter when she was 13, and she was awful to us.
She spent most of the time screaming at us and trying to make us do a range of things we didn't want to do, several of them dangerous, and would always devise cruel punishments for us if we refused to play her games. One such punishment was stripping my little sister naked and locking her outside in the frigid winter until she begged to be let back in, laughing the whole time as she watched my sister suffer in the snow.

And even after her stint as our babysitter was over, she still found ways to do ever-increasingly disturbing things to our family, such as breaking into our home and then yelling at us for not answering the door. Seriously. Who does that? [We didn't answer the door because we weren't expecting anyone, and it was dark, the middle of the night, and we were in the middle of nowhere. Of COURSE we didn't answer the freaking door! But you don't BREAK IN if someone doesn't answer, you LEAVE!!!!]

We lived with her and her family at her mother's house for a few months in early 2008, as our family was going through a hard time and needed a place to stay, and I can honestly say that she did whatever she could to make us miserable, even put us in harm's way. All the while forcing us to basically mother her two young infants!

And I personally have always been disgusted with the damage she did to my little sister during this period, by doing things such as encouraging her to try drugs - which Jane herself provided, aiding my little sister - then 12 - in continuing her romantic relationship with a 21-year-old, and also berating her for eating a sandwich, when she KNEW my sister was anorexic at the time. Who the eff makes someone who's suffering from anorexia feel BAD about eating?! NO.


Anyway, we moved out and thought we were finally clear of her, but even then, she found ways here and there to screw us over, such as get my mom arrested, cause my mother to lose her job, encourage my mom to steal our money to then use on Jane herself, and a bunch of other s**t. To say that we didn't like Jane was an understatement.

And when we thought we were gonna hate Jane forever, especially after she helped our mom abandon us for four days while we were still minors without food, money, or transportation, we ended up living with her. Again.

Because as it turns out, my mom decided to lie to us about telling our landlord that she'd lost her job so that our rent would be adjusted and lowered to match our new income amount, so while we thought it was very low, it was actually still very high.
And before we knew it, we were $900 behind in rent, and my mom sat - LITERALLY SAT - on the eviction notice.

Thanks, mom.

But as much as we didn't want to go and live with that horrible woman, we didn't have any other option, because we had no money and ZERO forewarning, as our we were blindsided the day a policeman showed up to our door and told us we had seven days to vacate the premises, so we sucked it up and accepted Jane's offer to come and stay in the camper on her property.

And I'll give Jane credit; she managed to be nice to us for a full week. Then, of course, her true colors started to show.

For example, she would ask our mother to check the mail, then go on and on about how she had no right to touch her mailbox, and a bunch of other crap like that. But for the most part, it was relatively petty stuff, and we could handle it.

Until my mom was forced to move away, because she refused to look for a job. [her own fault]
Then it was just my sister and I with Jane, and things got worse.

Jane would be openly hostile at times and treat us like crap, but she still knew the importance of keeping it civil. She kicked out the other family living with her and moved us into the actual house, and that proved to be both a blessing and a curse, because we were now just a scream away.

Things bumbled along somewhat roughly, but we managed to cope, until she wanted power of attorney over my little sister.
Since my little sister hated her more than anyone, there was no way in hell she was about to let that happen, and rather than signing over power of attorney and legally being under Jane's thumb, my sister chose to move away to be with my mother instead.

And then there was one.

Jane no longer felt the need to pretend to be likable, because she knew that I was the biggest doormat out of the three of us, and was now being downright malicious towards me. Daily.

There is a LONG - and I mean LONG - list of things she did to torment me during the year I lived under her roof, but since it would take all day to list it all, let's just suffice it to say that there was some significant psychological damage, and I was absolutely miserable. [One good example, though, is the time that she decided to force me to drink a bunch of alcohol. She knew that I don't really drink alcohol at all, so of course, she forced me to drink strong drink after drink, until I was ready to puke. To this day, I still don't like the taste of alcohol, because it reminds me of being forced to drink it until I felt sick.]

And I would often find myself bursting into tears when I was alone, which was a LOT of the time, because Jane's first move was to cut off communication with pretty much everyone I knew, so that I couldn't tell people what was really going on in that house. She even cut off communication with my sister after she found out that I told my sister what she'd done - which was get arrested for shoplifting, being caught ON CAMERA, and then still try to pin it on my little sister in front of the judge - by taking away the only phone I had. And since I avoided Jane and her friends as much as possible, I really only had myself to talk to for a long while.

My sister and I finally found a way to communicate again - hence OfficerYouKnowMe was born - and she eventually helped me get out of the situation, though I ended up having to give my cat to a shelter, which just.. broke my heart.

She's the only reason I stayed with Jane for so long, because the only places I could go woudn't take animals, and I knew our living situation wasn't her fault, so she didn't deserve to pay for it. I was willing to endure that treatment so that I could try to find a way to bring her with me, but.. I just.. couldn't take it anymore. And I've felt guilty over abandoning her ever since.



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- Who Jane Really IS -

So while my family and I have been free from Jane for about four years now - four blissful years - I do still check her Facebook and stuff from time to time, just to see what she's been up to. And normally it's just the usual s**t - reposting crap about how she's a b**ch and doesn't care who knows it - but in the past months, it's been more.. disturbing information.

Months and months ago, it became quite evident that she'd lost custody of all four of her children, and my sister and I have been very curious why, as Jane has always been very good at evading CPS, though she regularly mistreats her kids. So obviously, whatever she did was bad enough that even she couldn't hide it from the state.

We've also wanted to know why because, since Jane forced us to practically mother her kids for years, loving and caring for them became second nature to us, and that didn't just stop after we left. Just because we don't see them anymore doesn't mean we don't want the best for those kids, and it kills us inside to know that she hurt them.

And that guilt became even more pronounced when we recently discovered that one of the boys - the one who always had the hardest time with the way she treated people - is now living in a hospital, receiving care for a mental breakdown.

We just.. we've felt sick ever since we found out.
What the f**k did she do to them that one of the boys ended up having a mental breakdown at ten years old?!

[Though I personally believe that what happened is that she and her husband were abusing and beating the boys, and while they did end up being taken away, the one we'll call Cody couldn't handle the trauma and had a meltdown, which is one of the saddest things I've ever heard. It makes me sick, it really does. SHE is sick.]

I know that a lot of people believe that everyone has the right to become a parent, but in reality, there are people out there who should have NEVER, EVER had children, and Jane is one of them.


And now.. the reason why I made this journal.

We've established that Jane is a b**ch. We've established that she is abusive. We've established that she's got some screws loose.

BUT... now she is also a killer.

Yup. No freaking lie.

Jane was arrested for the gruesome murder of a close relative, and trust me, there is no doubt in anyone's mind - even her friends and family - that she is guilty.
She did it.

And we.. are in shock. Not only because we knew the person she killed, but because.. you know, my sister and I hate Jane so much because she has put us through so much, and we were both under the impression that nothing Jane could ever do would shock us. We were wrong.

Reading the details of the murder was.. I had no idea she was that crazy. As much as I hate her and think she's a raging b**ch and borderline lunatic, I would have never pegged her as a murderer. She is sick, and she deserves to be behind bars. For good.


But of course, Jane being Jane, she's looking to pin it on anyone else, to either get off on the charge or, at the very least, minimize her sentence, but hopefully they don't fall for that crap.


Anyway, I just thought I would share that. I am so sorry for the negative post, I hope I didn't just crap all over your day! ;n;
It's just that I've talked about Jane for years, always talking about what a terrible person she is, but as it turns out, I really had no freaking idea of just HOW terrible she really was.

I'm glad that we got away from her, and that her kids got away from her, and I hope that she rots in prison.


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Things I've Written/Drawn Referencing Jane [Journals Not Included]

  Oh, My, MyI made a joke, yes, I made a joke, but you took, took, took it too far.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? I'm tryin' to tell you what you are.
You are nasty, you are nasty, playin' games with feelings.
You always think you're right, yeah, you think you're right.
But you shouldn't be so short-sighted,
'cause you're gonna regret it.
You are, you are too serious.
You are, you are too furious 
over little things
that you see, that you hear.
No one can tell you a thing, dear, dear.
Oh, my, my... What do we have here?
I think we have, yes, I think we have an egotistical little b**ch, and
you think she's your friend, think she's your friend, but it's only pretend.
Get out of the sandbox, get out of the sandbox, don't play well with other children.
What's this I heard? Now, what's this I heard?
You've been spreading lies,
Been clouding all their eyes.
But I've realized...
You are, you are too crazy.
You are, you are insane lately 
over little things
that you see, that you hear.
No on ShadowsYour dark smiles cast shadows that pierce the light.
And when the day comes, you're driven towards the night.
Oh, it's fight or flight.
Everything you ever told me was all a lie.
Hold all the damage you've done up to the light -
It passes through, and shines on you...
but you're just a shadow passing by.
Your mind's a missile.. unstable, and has been all along.
And when it's calm, you're a bomb.. and the sound just carries on.
Oh, it's do or die.
Everything you ever told me you hold inside
is darker than I ever realized.
And it scares us all out of our minds
when there is nothing left to find.
Keep me in the mirror, make me your reflection.
A dark shadow calls for my attention.
A dark shadow calls for my damnation.
Oh, it's fight or flight.
Everything you ever told me was all a lie.
Hold all the damage you've done up to the light -
It passes through, shines on you...
but you're just a shadow passing by.
I burst from the glass - more than the mirror, more than a reflection.
The dark sha