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Why your WordPress contact form emails end up in spam (and how to fix it)
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2026 (@2026@storiesfromtina.com)
Karma They Can’t Escape
Welcome back to the blog, y’all! Go ahead and grab your coffee, your matcha, your wine, or whatever is keeping you hydrated and sane today.
If you read my last post—the absolute reality-TV-level saga about my psychopathic, “Single White Female” ex-best friend and my spineless baby daddy—first of all, thank you for the love and support. My DMs were flooded with people who have unfortunately dealt with their own versions of the “Puppet Master.”
But today, we are doing a highly requested follow-up. Because a lot of you asked the million-dollar question: “Tina, how is your son doing through all of this, and where are you at now?”
Well, let me tell you, time is a beautiful thing. It is currently 2026, and the dust hasn’t just settled; it has been swept up, bagged, and thrown into the dumpster where it belongs. Let’s talk about the aftermath, the glow-up, the unhinged stalking that still hasn’t stopped, and the inevitable reckoning that my son’s father is going to have to face.
Before we get into the heavy stuff, I need to take a quick moment to celebrate a massive personal victory.
If you recall from my last storytime, my ex-best friend hit absolute rock bottom when she stole my EBT card—which had about $3,000 worth of food stamps on it to feed my family—and sold it on the street for cash. That was a dark time. I was struggling, I was stressed, and I was relying on government assistance just to make sure we had food on the table.
But baby, look at us now! It is 2026, and your girl is completely off EBT and thriving.
I am fully financially independent. I am swiping my own debit cards at the grocery store, buying whatever my kids need, and doing it entirely on my own. I don’t say this to brag; I say this because I want anyone out there who is currently struggling to know that your current situation is not your final destination.
She thought stealing my food stamps would break me. She thought she was keeping me down. But all she did was give me the ultimate motivation to hustle harder. I leveled up my life, my finances, and my peace of mind. Meanwhile, she’s still out here playing neighborhood watch with her fake social media accounts, trying to figure out how I’m glowing so hard.
You would think that after years of me ignoring her, leveling up, and minding my own business, this girl would have moved on. You would think she’d be focused on raising the baby she had with my ex. You would be wrong.
It is the year 2026, and this woman still has a sick, deeply unhinged obsession with me. I mean, it is borderline terrifying. She simply will not leave me alone. She goes out of her way to track down anyone who will listen to her and feeds them horrible, fabricated stories about me. She spins these wild narratives just so she can look like a saint, trying to convince the world that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her and that I am the villain.
But here is where the psychopathy really shows: she is out here posting ancient history. I’m talking about old pictures of me and screenshots of text messages from years ago. She digs through digital archives just to throw my past in my face, hoping to humiliate me or get a reaction.
Jokes on her, though—everything about my life is out in the open. I have absolutely nothing to hide. I own my past, my mistakes, and my journey. You cannot blackmail or shame someone who has already embraced their story.
I honestly sit here and rack my brain trying to understand this crazy, sick obsession. I was nothing but nice and kind to her when we were friends. I gave her everything I had. Yet she desperately wants to be me. She wants my life. She wants everything I have. The exhaustion of dealing with someone this relentless is real; it honestly feels like she won’t stop this psychopathic harassment until I am dead. That is how deep and dark her fixation goes. I am so happy with my life, and I just wish—more than anything—that she would find a hobby, move on, and stop the crazy.
Let’s pivot back to the dynamic duo of toxicity: the Puppet Master and my son’s father.
In their weird, twisted, obsessive little bubble, they think they’ve “won.” They think that by blocking me, using burner texting apps, and ignoring my attempts to peacefully co-parent, they are somehow hurting me. She actually convinces him that walking away from his responsibilities makes him a bigger man, and he is weak enough to believe her.
But here is the harsh, cold reality that neither of them is emotionally intelligent enough to grasp: They aren’t hurting me. They are failing a child.
When she sits there and whispers in his ear that he shouldn’t care about his son, that it’s “best” he doesn’t have a relationship with him, and that “his son will find him when he grows up”—she is actively orchestrating childhood trauma. And when he listens to her, abandoning his own flesh and blood because it’s easier to obey his new, unhinged girlfriend than to be a father, he is signing his own long-term emotional death warrant.
My son is growing up. He is hitting milestones. He is having birthdays, school events, and moments where he looks out into the crowd to see who is cheering for him.
And you know who is always there? Me.
You know who has an empty chair? His father.
Right now, my son is young, but kids are incredibly observant. They notice who shows up. They notice who calls. They notice who is consistently present in their lives. My son’s father thinks he is just avoiding me by playing these games, but what he is actually doing is systematically deleting himself from his son’s memory bank.
Every time the Puppet Master tells him to ignore my texts about his son’s school, she is erasing a memory he could have had. Every time she convinces him that he doesn’t need to step up, she is widening the massive gap between a boy and his dad.
Here is the part that brings me absolute, unwavering peace: I will not be the one who takes the blame for this.
When relationships end, a lot of toxic parents try to spin the narrative. They try to say, “Oh, your mother kept you from me,” or “She made it too hard for me to be around.”
Not in 2026, honey. We have receipts.
I have left the door open for him to be a father. I have tried to communicate. I have tried to facilitate a relationship. And he has chosen, time and time again, to follow the instructions of an obsessed, psychopathic woman who hates me more than she loves him.
One day, my son is going to be a grown man. He is going to have his own thoughts, his own logic, and his own voice. And he is going to start asking the hard questions.
When that day comes, I am not going to badmouth his father. I won’t have to. The silence and the absence will speak volumes. When my son finally tracks his father down and looks him dead in the eye, the conversation is going to go something like this:
“Why weren’t you there? Why did you walk away?”
And what is my son’s father going to say?
Is he going to admit that he let a bitter ex-best friend control his phone? Is he going to admit that he gave up his passwords, his backbone, and his right to fatherhood just to prove his “loyalty” to a woman who was obsessed with his baby mama? Is he going to look his grown son in the eye and say, “I wanted to call you, but my girlfriend told me not to”?
He is going to have to answer for absolutely everything. He is going to have to carry the unbearable weight of looking at a smart, successful, well-raised young man and realizing he had absolutely nothing to do with building him.
He will have to live with the reality that he traded the priceless gift of raising his son for the cheap thrill of a toxic, controlling relationship. No burner app, no blocked number, and no amount of matching Mercedes Benzes can shield him from the crushing guilt he is going to feel when he realizes what he threw away.
By the time he wakes up and realizes what the Puppet Master has done to him—how she isolated him, stunted his growth, and made him abandon his child just to spite me—it is going to be too late. The damage will be done, the years will be gone, and the bridge will be burned.
As for me? I am doing exactly what I should be doing. I am pouring all of my love, energy, and newly-earned financial stability into raising my kids. I am making sure my son knows that he is fiercely loved, profoundly wanted, and completely whole, even with an empty chair at the table.
I used to want closure from these two. I used to want an apology. But now, in 2026? I just want them to stay exactly where they are—far away from me and my beautiful, drama-free life.
She can keep her fake accounts, her ancient screenshots, and her sick, exhausting obsession. I’m keeping my kids, my peace, and my EBT-free bank account.
Stay blessed, stay unbothered, and remember that karma doesn’t need your help to do its job.
Until next time,
Tina
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