#1. Why I Feel it Necessary to Put This All Down

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I have been waiting a literal 1/4 of my life to write this blog!

I began the blog, in a rush, to coincide with the breaking news of Ms. Shannon and the criminal acts she has been accused of. This week, finally, the stars aligned for me.

The blog has only been up and running for 3 days –
but the response I have gotten to it is much more than I expected!
** There have been kudos to me for putting it down.
** There have been complaints that I am ignoring a major judicial principle: innocent until proven guilty.
** There have been private messages of support from people who were witness to my years of torture having her as a neighbor… and those who weren’t, but can still sympathize.
** There have been private messages from people who have also had ugly incidents involving Ms. Shannon, but thought they were alone and didn’t want to speak up…or were afraid to.
** And then there are the people who want to know why I would want to waste my time (or theirs) “gossiping” about this kind of stuff.

And to everyone reading this – especially the last group of people in the above list – I would like to clarify my intent and ultimate blogging goal, so that there is no misunderstanding as to what this is all about.

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While I do find sharing my stories, and pulling the mask off of the “Good Reverend” quite satisfying, there are other perfectly valid reasons for putting this story out there and being heard.
Just “being heard,” in itself, serving as one of the biggest reasons.

Having a conversation with this woman is like banging your head against a brick wall.
The things that I heard come out of her mouth over the years were just mind-boggling. The kind of things where, after she said them, I wanted to look around for the hidden cameras … because one couldn’t possibly believe someone actually thinks like that!
Surely, it must be a prank… right?

It was never a joke, though, and I only had a small handful of people to share these crazy interactions with.
They heard me yell and cry and whine and cry and complain and scream and cry about her so much, that they, too, were tired of hearing it and all but forbid me to talk about her in their presence!!! They told me I was becoming obsessional. They told me things, like, “Don’t let her bother you so much,” and “Let it go, already!”
But, how could I?!?

She was so incredibly ridiculous, so unbelievably out-of-touch with reality, such an outright unreasonable person to deal with … and she affected my life everyday, in one way or another, whether I wanted it or not!!!
“Let it go??? Let it GO?”

How is that even possible, when she sends her child to my door at the crack of dawn every day?
Or when she can’t keep tabs on her other child, who repeatedly rips my storm door off seeking shelter from her tyranny? (Not his fault. He is a fantastic child with special needs. But, yes.. he damaged my front door numerous times, by accident. I don’t blame him one bit.)
Or when she is ringing my doorbell, or my phone, at all hours of the day and night for crazy, crazy things like, “Hey, I just wanted you to know that a raccoon just walked into your backyard.”
So what?!?!
Really? Really??  You called me at 1:00 in the morning for that?
What is more concerning to me than the raccoon in my backyard, is what you are doing… sitting outside in your car at this hour, phoning in raccoon reports to your neighbors!!!

YEARS of this kind of stuff. Years.
And so often, there was no one else around to bear witness to her odd behavior.
That. Drove. Me. Nuts!!!

Sure… I could see a counselor and share the stories with him .. which incidentally… I did do for a while.
But then I realized, Ms. Shannon was costing me $80 a month in co-pays to vent to a stranger who was entirely unfamiliar with the person I was being tormented by and her “unique” brand of crazy!
I need to share my tale with a “support group.”
I need to be heard by others who may also have experience dealing with this kind of disruptive, mentally-unstable person in their lives.
I need to know that my warnings are finally being heeded and she won’t be fooling anyone else, ever again.
I need to confirm that I am not alone in recognizing her for the fraud she is, that there are others out there that do understand her “unique” brand of crazy, and to let those people know that they are not alone anymore, either!

And, so far, it is doing just what I had hoped it would.
People are starting to step forward and share their own experiences in dealing with her. People from all over! People from all walks! People who have never met before, uniting and bonding over a shared distaste for the unethical actions of a woman who has no problem exploiting whatever she can – be it relationships, religion, children –  to boost herself emotionally and financially.

Although I have had no part in what is happening with Ms. Shannon’s current legal battles (that was a rope she hung herself with!), and I feel very fortunate for that, I did live a very long time too close to the fire. I got burned time and time again. And quite often, I let it happen… for the sake of the children. (Hers and mine.)
I actually had the displeasure of watching her instability spiral out of control, getting crazier … and scarier… as the years went on, into the horror show it became for so many people, one family, in particular, as of late.

And this is where I bring it all home…

TO ANSWER THE QUESTION:

WHY AM I WASTING MY TIME BLOGGING ABOUT ALL THESE TERRIBLE THINGS?

A lot of reasons, but here are the most important:

A.) Therapy: I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, I refuse to pay a stranger to “gossip” about my former-neighbor, it gave me a reason to write – which is a super therapeutic coping mechanism and I love to do it, and you can only bother the same handful of people with your tales of woe before it begins to drive them nuts, as well! I need a new audience.

B.) Concern for others: Consider my blogging a Public Service Announcement. I need people to know exactly what they are getting into when they become involved with this woman … Because ya wanna know what happens when they do? Eventually, as I warned them, it all falls apart and my phone starts ringing at 2 in the morning with conversations that go a little something like this:
*** Ring, ring ***
Me: Hello?
Random caller: DUDE! What the hell is wrong with this Kelly chick? She is MESSED UP!
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah….. *yawn*

The blah blah blah’s are usually explaining how Reverend Ridiculous lost her mind out of the blue and did something cruel and absurd that will affect their lives in a negative way.

They reach out to me because they know I am seasoned in dealing with this woman and they want to know “why?”…. Why would she do such a thing for such a ridiculous reason?

I am more than willing to lend an ear… but I never have an answer for them.
How do you answer for someone else’s insanity?
I don’t think like she does.
And trust me, I’ve tried. It’s just not in my nature.
I don’t get it, either, people.
Just listen to me now…. RUN!

C.) To Reinforce the idea that there ARE wolves in sheep’s clothing out there. That the Devil DOES come in disguise:
The person I am determined to reveal to you is good…
a master of deception. She is manipulative. She will treat you wonderfully for a while and will surprise you with her seeming thoughtfulness, but that is how she gets close enough to bite. Or at the very least, infect your life with her rabid behavior, by mere contact alone!
Warn your children: Monsters really DO exist! They look just like us. And sometimes…somehow…they win.
For a while anyway. 😉 We can only hope that her reign of insanity is finally coming to an end.

D.) REVENGE: Come on… Did you really think that revenge wasn’t one of the reasons?
A few quotes that sum up my sentiment regarding revenge…

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Rudi Giulani once said:
Revenge is not a noble sentiment, but it is a human one.
Pierre Corneille:
To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred. 

Stieg Larsson:
To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it’s an absolute duty.

Ivana Trump:

Gorgeous hair is the best revenge.

Alfred Hitcock:

Revenge is sweet… and not fattening.

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And one of my favorite theories on revenge came from character David Rossi on Criminal Minds:

“There are some people that are so violent, so evil, that society has no choice but to be done with them.
Vengeance is something that society needs from time to time, if, for no other purpose, than to keep the rest of us sane.”

(Of course, he was referring to his feelings on capitol punishment – which, I am sure, some people wish were a suitable punishment for her actions – is much different than my simple effort to “blog my gripes away.”
But, it captures the sentiment, and I found a reason to quote Criminal Minds. Lol!)

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As I have mentioned, I am new to blogging and wanted to get a page up and running ASAP…
To strike while the iron is still hot and the presses are still running.
I don’t want what this woman did to my child and my family, her children and her family, and the countless other children and families, whose lives have all been impacted so negatively by her reprehensible behavior, to be forgotten and swept under the rug, only to reemerge and find a way to start all over again!

So, please, bear with me if my stories seem to be running amok and are random in order.
There is so much to say, I don’t even know where to start.

Be on the lookout for new entries (as I figure out how to organize them.) and a whole new look and feel to this blog.

Please check back in now and then, and do a girl a solid… thumbs up me! Follow me! Leave a comment…even if it’s just to say hello, so I know you are here!
And that someone hears me!

Thank you, again, for your patience.
:O  I promise jaw-dropping stories a-plenty!  :O

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Stalking the Innocent Across State Lines – (Doesn’t that make it a federal offense?)

My husband originates from NJ, and his very large and close knit family are all still miles away. We rarely have opportunity to visit other than the occasional wedding or funeral.

On October 22, 2012, I received a message from a relative of his that I had only met on one occasion, and who I last had any internet contact with on March 26, 2011, when we casually discussed nothing more than peanut allergies!

We were merely acquaintances from afar. This message was unexpected. And I was mortified!

I was mortified before I even knew the full extent of it on August 4th, 2013! This poor woman could see the clear and present danger all the way from New Jersey and didn’t want to scare me anymore than I already was.

When she finally let go of all the details, I cried. And cried and cried and cried.

I had had a hard enough time getting his family to warm up to me, and now Kelly was trying to blow that up in my face from hundreds of miles away!!! And I was terrified that she was succeeding!

I am currently having a difficult time trying to figure out how to directly post the messages for you to read, so I have a photo or two to show the correspondence, and have copied the conversation into an easier to read transcript laying out even more of Ms.Shannon’s sick and twisted methods of madness.

The start of the out-of-the-blue message I received from an entirely unrelated party… that got worse and worse with each passing correspondence.

10/22/12, 4:46 PM

Hi random question for you. You that crazy mom you were talking about that is now saying her kid is being bullied and she is a minister or something. Would her last name be Shannon??

Elle

Why, it most certainly is! Why, what’s up? You got me so curious. Lemme guess. …you saw her on TV? (Actually, that was Dustins guess. Lol.)

Even better!! I talk to her regularly at work!! She is a claimant on a claim I am working, call me sometime this is too crazy!! 856-***-****.

10/23/12, 2:10 AM

Elle

O. M. G! I am freaking out! Does NOT surprise me that she is involved in a law suit. Do tell! Would have called you tonight, but I have a crazy mad toothache. Having the tooth yanked in 8 hrs. (Can ya tell I’m anxious? 2am and I am counting the minutes until they remove the pain from my skull! ) If I’m feeling okay later on tonight, I’ll give ya a buzz. I am DYING to know! As you can tell, I LOVE me some Kelly drama! Lol! Talk to ya soon.

{{We spoke briefly on the phone that night, without too many details or answers. This was because, as angry as this woman was in NJ, she is good at her job, knows the rules, and did not reveal any sensitive information to me based on principal and ethics. I understood that. It was tough, but there wasn’t much I could do.}}

5/7/13, 7:08 PM

do you remember this post:

dear parents, teachers and students at Hoxsie School: I feel so sorry that the tornado has blown back into town. Forewarning: her child has been back for one day, and already, your children are being ripped apart on FB and you are being cursed at by the Christian community for being the horrible parents of little monsters, all out to get her kid because they are jealous of her! sigh

do you have a way to look back at it and tell me who all read it?? I remember you said there was a way to tell who reads your posts and when?

Elle

I most certainly do remember that post. I’m still paying for it, actually. I’m almost afraid to ask, but why do you ask? You can only see who has seen your private inbox messages. Warn me, who else is she gone to with this? I’ve already been approached by the superintendent of schools and tried to have me fired for it. They had a file full of my FB postings. That bitch. Except they know she’s crazy, so I came out fine.

oh ok I thought it would be cool if you could see who read your posts

since she is so crazy wanted to make sure it does not come back to bite me, to cover my ass

Elle

Totally understandable.

{{Again, we had no contact until August, when I touched base with her and explained how many more ways Kelly was screwing my life up. As time had passed, and her “professional,” but incidental, involvement with this relative had been over for some time, I got to hear a little more of the story… and a pretty ominous warning. Somehow, she found out that Kelly “had me in her sights” again and had people “spying” on me. Knowledgeable in many legal matters, my unnamed acquaintance urged me to get a lawyer and seek a restraining order….}}

8/3/13, 2:17 PM

Elle

Hey *****. How’s things? I hate to do this to you, but I have a couple of questions for ya. That crazy lady is out of control. I have had no contact with her in ages, no incidents, no nothing…. then all of a sudden she shows up at my job, didn’t know i worked there, and flipped out! Made a scene, complained about me to my boss for over 20 minutes…at a job where I have worked only 2 months and barely know the boss, myself. Next day, I got called to the police station. She made a criminal report about me!!!! With what basis, I have no idea! But I also work for the police station, and now my job is on the line. I didn’t do anything, and there is a criminal complaint about me!!!! Anyway, I was hoping that if you are no longer on that case she was involved in, maybe you could tell me the nature of it? I would never use anything that would lead back to you. I am just looking to see how many other people have complaints about her or restraining orders against her that may help me prove that she is a serial liar and complaint maker should i lose my job over this. She filed a police report over the fact that i work at City Hall! They allow something like that? A police report because she doesn’t like me, basically? Ugh! I am so frustrated and desperate. Any little thing you have for me would be great. But if you can’t, i also understand, 100%. No worries. I am just drowning and grasping at straws over here.

So this woman is at it again, she is real piece of work. I got off her claim as soon as I figured out she was the same woman you had been posting about. Since I knew way too much about her I told my boss right away. The claim was reassigned to another adjuster. The claim was for her husband, but she was handling all the details for him. Can’t tell you anymore than that. But since we are on the topic, I never told you this, didn’t want to make anything worse…but seems this woman has you in her sights again I can tell you. Of course I have no proof, but it is the only thing that makes sense. Remember awhile back I asked you about one of your posts? The one I asked you if it was the same crazy woman at it again? Well someone (I would bet my life it was her) reported my reply to your post to my HR department at my company to get me fired. Of course my boss loves me and since no names were named and claim details were not given ( I m not that stupid ) and my profile does not even give my employer name. They told me to watch my ass on FB and never talk about this woman even if just responding to a post you write because this woman or someone spying for her is watching your posts and if they see my name and another HR compliant comes in I may not get out of it next time. So if you notice I never post to anything you post when you mention her. I have never had any issues at any job in my life, and to be called into an HR meeting with my boss and being given a copy of that FB post and thinking I was in big trouble was horrible!! I don’t know what could drive a person to be so mean and hateful??

You may want to get a lawyer and a restraining order

8/4/13, 11:01 AM

Elle

OMG! *****, I am so sorry I can’t even explain! I am just devastated. I can’t believe this “woman of Christ” would do such heinous things over the fact that we don’t get along. It’s ridiculous. She went after Daphne and her friend’s mother in church a few months ago. She has been asked to never return to that church. I can’t believe that with all the claims she makes against people, I could still lose my job over her lies!!!! Isn’t all her ‘crying wolf” obvious? I need to find a way to make a list of all the other people she is after, so I have a leg to stand on if I lose my job. See, if I lose my job, i am done working for life!!! I have MS and this is it. After I no longer work here, it’s social security for the rest of my life! And I am not ready for that! I have no money for a lawyer, and was told i don’t have enough for a restraining order since she doesn’t “hunt me down.” She just waits until she bumps into me somewhere and claims I stalked her! So I am the one looking bad, although I have done nothing! And my poor family suffers all of this, too. It’s nuts. Again, I can’t apologize enough. I am so sorry and so relieved that you still have your job. The first employer she went to for me understood. The superintendent of schools. She’s been after the school dept for years claiming students, teachers and principals all bully her daughter and they do nothing about it. So when she went in with claims about me, they basically told me that they know she’s nuts, just don’t bother her anymore because it makes their jobs tough and they are tired of her. But now she’s been to 2 other employers this week, and the thing that sucks is, even though it’s 3 different employers (school dept, police station, and city hall) it is all the same personnel dept., so I now have 3 strikes against my record!!! Oh, *****…SOOOOOO sorry!

This is not your fault. I feel so bad for you having to deal with this woman. Makes no sense to me why she has a target on your back?? Are you the only person she does this too? I bet there are others in your town, maybe if you all file a joint compliant against her that may help. I hope she finds another past time soon and stops bothering you and your family!! Good luck with everything, I think it will all work out for you in the end.

{{I have a lump in my stomach just now, reliving what occurred here. I did casually approach a long-serving officer with evidence of this craziness in the form of what you just read here. I had already been to the Warwick Police several times about Ms. Shannon… and she has already been there WAY too often, spinning her version of all this. I wanted to keep the best job I had ever had! One that fit my needs as a sufferer of Multiple Sclerosis, and one that was also a family tradition! My grandmother and aunt had 26+ years each on the job. I waited seven years to earn my position! And between Kelly’s antics always aggravating the physical symptoms of my disease, and aggravating everyone around me, including my employers, I couldn’t risk rocking the boat one more time. We spoke, and he reluctantly told me that I wouldn’t be able to press charges or file for a restraining order because, technically, it wasn’t my problem. It was the woman in NJ’s problem, and the fact that this was happening over state lines would make my request null and void. It was sucky news that came with sucky advice… but he was right. And the war raged on for 4 more years.}}

Excerpt from original message sent on August 3rd, 2013.

What Could Have Been Prevented… A Great Big: I Told You So!

While I do have great respect for the WPD, when I tried to stop this woman, when I tried to help my daughter and her daughter before all this chaos boiled over, I was turned away when trying to file a police report against her. I did this after finding out, a month after the fact, that she  had successfully filed a false report against me!!! A couple of years later, she is charged with seven… count ’em, SEVEN… false reports!!!

There are a few doozies here. The aforementioned, of course, in addition to the fact that I was an employee of the WPD at the time! And I was turned away at a time when I was frightened for myself and family! I am pretty sure it was because they were already tired of dealing with Ms. Shannon. Understandable.

But, it was entirely unfair to me and my family, and my co-workers and employers, and a seemingly endless list of other victims.

Here are a few excerpts from the report they refused to accept or believe…. and the clear-as-day warning I gave them.  You could have called me freaking Nostradamus!!! This never had to happen. I warned them!

On September 6th, 2013, I attempted, unsuccessfully, to file this police report to counter the false report that she slyly and skillfully filed against me.

I spell her exact, and now proven, MO out for them…. to no avail.

I believe the original report was done Elle-style; long-winded, but kind of entertaining at 5 full pages. These are the Photos I found in my files. I will locate the full physical document soon… not that you really need it. The point is right here in everyone’s face. Shame it did no good.

An excerpt from the false report that triggered my counter-report. As you can see, she is not the sharpest tool in the shed. So, I feel the need to dig through my paper files and find the full extent of this craziness.

A Day to Rejoice! (January 9th, 2020)

 

Today felt like a brand new day!

As if the sun hadn’t shone in ages and my world was now dancing in the brilliant beams bursting through my windows!

Like… I had just woken up from a Rip Van Winkle-type nap to find the world anew and everything in it’s place.

I never thought this day would come. And I never expected the flood of emotion that took me over for hours today! I was a wreck.

A panicky, dizzy, tingling, electrified and overjoyed wreck.

But I was incredibly overcome with relief at the same time.

It was a confusing stretch of hours for a while. I needed time to process what I it was I saw to bring this wonderfully sane insanity on.

And now I am pleased to share it with you all.

But, before I do, I would like to take a minute to lay this out for you all, as quickly as I am able. (It’s not so easy to be concise sometimes…. especially when there is so much to tell!)

I started this blog in August of 2015. My trials and tribulations with Ms. Kelly Shannon began the day we moved into our new home in 2003. The years were long and tedious, and by the time I started this blog, she was almost in my rearview mirror and had moved onto the family discussed in the recent Providence Journal news article that I will share with you.

What she was putting this family through by the time she was finished with us was horrendous and continued for 6 long years. I began my blog both in support of their struggle and as a therapeutic tool for myself, but I quickly became overwhelmed and stopped my endeavor cold. It was too much and I needed to find my sanity and a bit of tranquility again.

It worked. Eventually, after 11 or 12 years of torture at the hands of this woman, suffered not only by me, but by my daughters, my co-workers, my employers, the children I worked with, my friends, my parents, my husband, my husband’s employers, my husband’s out-of-state family… nobody associated with us was off-limits to her… she was finally not at the forefront of my mind. It was wonderful. Life was much easier, but the years took a toll and I lost my passion to fight the fight.

That all changed today.

Now that her legal woes have been solidified and she has been found guilty of some of the most heinous crimes a parent and a self-proclaimed “person of the cloth” could commit, I feel safer and more justified in sharing the stories that have been boiling in my veins for 16 bizarre and nerve-wracking years!

The incredible and detailed story written by Providence Journal Staff Writer Katie Mulvane tells of Ms. Shannon’s bizarre behavior and her subsequent convictions this week in Kent County Superior Court. Thank you, Katie, for adding credibility to my stories and making them look like a bit more than crazy-lady hearsay. Now, the tales I have to tell will be backed by many others who have dealt with, or investigated this woman, and her convictions will speak for themselves, also backing the many, many stories I will now begin to publish, once more.

I hope you will all follow me or check back in now and then. I promise that you will not stop shaking your head…or scratching your head…or palming your head in both confusion and awe of the freak show this woman is.

I would also like to thank the family this article is about. What they endured, no family should have had to endure. They were undeserving and innocent and fought the good fight to finally restore their own reputation at the same time as finally, publicly, and officially bringing Ms. Shannon’s true and abhorrent nature to light. It is wonderful to finally see some justice for at least some of her many victims…although, we all know she deserves more than she got.

Let’s not split hairs. She could have gotten away with it all. She did for too long.

 And now I invite you to revel with me in what has been the read of the decade for those who know… enjoy!

https://www.providencejournal.com/news/20200109/warwick-pastor-christian-rock-singer-admits-to-making-false-rape-allegation-against-teenage-boy?fbclid=IwAR3tQktCPg6kXr4zWKULzciaZ-acac3Ow2NmS1zcD44hSr9rnJwSWdu2Opc

#6. Victory! A Triumph Over Evil!!!

A Mom with Great Strength and Perseverance
Finally Sees Justice Served!

After a tolerating an unstable woman for 5 months while her son dated Kelly’s daughter, followed by a tumultuous stretch of false accusations, arrests, and stalking due to a middle school break-up, leading into legal battles that would have left her son’s reputation severely tarnished and with a possible record that would follow him for life, I am thrilled to share (with her permission) her victory post from yesterday.

Everything this upstanding young man was finally cleared of is directly related to the list of charges against Pastor Prosecutable. (You can find the charges in the Tid-Bits section of the site.)

Congratulations!
I am thrilled to know that your family withstood, and defeated, the Monster Minister!
Truth does prevail!!!!

“Yes we are all smiles. To hear the words vacate vacate vacate and dismiss from the State of RI made me just cry. To have the judge that for over a year looked at my son as a criminal…smile at him today and apologetically look at him and wish him the best. To have his Probation Officer tday tell him he is stand up young man and strong. To have my lawyer hug me with tears in his eyes and last but not least .. to wake up from a text from the Detective who brought these charges.. apologize for the way herself, WPD, and system treated him and if he ever needs a reference…where he could find her. Big day for my Jaymen! He is officially out of the evil web of lies. We went in with the truth from the beginning and no matter what happened in between…the truth prevailed.

— feeling blessed”

#5. No End In Sight

It Amazes Me How Many Times New Life Can Be Breathed Into This Story!

Just when I think the fishbowl of Kelly stories is full, and I can just start pulling random memories from it to write about, new slips of paper magically generate and start spilling over the brim again!

Since the inception of this blog site – FracturedHalo.wordpress.com – I have had the pleasure of “meeting” (via social media) several people that also have Kelly Crap running parallel to what we know of her in my circle of acquaintances.

An entirely new set of people, in a new state, (MA vs. RI) with an entirely new set of crimes and incidents, has surfaced, and they are eager to speak!

While I have stories of the years leading up to the stories that are unfolding as of late, they have tales of recent events, altogether different from the situations we have experienced.
What these people have shared with me is helping to create the profile of a truly, well-rounded criminal!
Bravo, Sister Scandalous!

I witnessed neglectful parenting, poor judgement and unstable behavior.
Her most recent victims suffered abuses or indiscretions of a sexual nature.
My new friends offer accounts of financial offenses, including those of theft and bank fraud… with Kelly going so far as to have **possibly stolen monies intended for the proper burial of a recently deceased relative!

{{ ** Because these stories are new to me, as are the people I am hearing them from, I am hesitant to make the outright accusations, for myself. I would just like to say that,  for now, this claim is hearsay. I intend, and look forward to, getting to know my new friends, and their experiences with Ms. Shannon, better, that I may relay a much more detailed account with confidence. **}}

One has to wonder, with all this new information surfacing, just how far her path of destruction actually reaches! Residences, jobs, crimes and law suits in several states … just how many people has she “messed with?” How many lives has she turned upside-down that we are unaware of?

I, myself, have witnessed her “cross state lines” for revenge!
Years ago, out of spite for me, Kelly somehow reached into the life of an out-of-state relative of my husband, whom I had only met once in my life, and contacted her employer – in NJ – basically, in an attempt to get her fired for simply associating with me online!

Are you saying, “Wait… what?” yet?
Yeah. She is that vindictive.
She trolled for a completely innocent bystander and tried to wreak havoc on their life, just to piss me off!
Who would do such a thing?!
I’ll tell ya who…

#4. What I Need To Get Off My Chest

~A Lengthy Summary of My Chaotic Relationship with Reverend Ridiculous ~

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In light of what lurks behind the current charges Kelly faces… whatever lurid details the media isn’t allowed to say, but in our minds, we already kind of know… most of the stories I am going to share pale in comparison.

I have a laundry list of “Kelly Crap” in my mind. Little incidents that accumulated over the years, that haunt me upon the slightest nudge of my memory. I have been waiting a long time to share them and it will be a major relief just to “say them out loud” and know that someone heard it.

But what I saw, and heard, and experienced certainly lends insight into the kind of person Kelly really is.

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It all began in June of 2003. Our first day in our new home.
We were introduced – with an immediate red flag – to our new neighbors, thinking it fortunate that we each had daughters about the same age. Instant besties forever, right?
Right! Until…
The Great Front Yard Battle of 2009.
That’s the first time I actually witnessed her “explode” into madness over something way trivial…  and things got hostile and intolerable very quickly after that.

I found Kelly odd from the start, and her naive perception the real world was almost entertaining at first. I always seemed to be shaking my head and laughing at her grand ideas and silly questions.
But her act wore thin quickly, and I realized at some point that I was just going to have to accept her obnoxious quirks and smile along for the kids’ sake.

But that day in 2009, when my daughter was only 6 years old, was Earth shattering… as I watched Kelly confront my child with extremely inappropriate hostility from my picture window. It was as if all of a sudden I had slow-motion, bionic, zoom-vision as I watched the spittle of rage fly from Kelly’s lips and hit my daughter in the face.
As I watched her start to cry and wipe Kelly’s vile anger from her cheek, I thought my head would explode! I was dizzy with fury!
I left my vacuum running and dropped it to the floor as I ran outside to save my daughter from whatever the Hell I just witnessed!

It was a very, very long summer from that day forward.
After an outrageous, in-street battle of words, Kelly and I were done! (or so I thought!)
And I couldn’t have been happier to wash my hands of her and the added duty of raising someone else’s child.
The girls, however, suffered.

 An entire summer passed them by, desperately wanting to play together, but not being allowed anymore.
Kelly and I would glare and growl at one another when our paths crossed – which was a lot considering how close we lived – and the girls just looked away from one another and hung their heads.
It was heart wrenching to see. They were practically sisters for 6 inseparable years.

And –  although it irritated me that as soon as we moved in this woman basically “dumped” her daughter on me – I missed her terribly!
I worried for her, incessantly.
I watched her mother ignore her, from afar, for months, longing to run over and give her a hug and tell her it could all be over and she could have her best friend back.

I knew, however, deep down, that her keeping the girls apart wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t. I knew how short Kelly’s fuse was and how much she disliked having to take time away from herself for the kids. It would only be a matter of time.

The first day back at school… first grade… she “exploded” again, out of the blue and scaring the life out of the poor bus driver and bus monitor. Those poor women didn’t know what hit them that morning, as she stood in the stairwell of the bus, screaming at me about whether or not her kid was allowed to take the bus and pointing her pudgy little finger in my face!

I think I must have snapped, because all I could do was laugh and giver her an “Are you done yet?” when her rant had subsided some.
Boy, did that piss her off! Lol!

But within days of that explosion, it went back to the old routine – with her daughter ringing the bell before 7 am to get on a school bus that stopped in front of her own house, at 11:05am.
I knew she couldn’t be bothered getting her daughter ready for school everyday… and I was right.
She acted like nothing had ever happened in order to get her peaceful life back!

But nothing was ever the same, and the years that ensued became a roller coaster of the same hot-to-cold-in-an-instant bullshit.
We tolerated each other, but had an understood dislike for one another… to put it mildly.
One day, everything was all smiles and buddy-buddy, the next she would be cursing me out and “na-na-nana-na-ing” me on my front walk!

And even when they moved, it didn’t end. She carried her dislike for me with her, and that “dislike” grew into intense hatred and pettiness.
There were stories of bullying, fabricated for her need for attention – at her daughter’s expense- and with my daughter and I named as the main cause of their “suffering.”

There was no contact between us at all for nearly 2 years… no calls, no internet, no shared school or extracurriculars between the girls… not a single sighting of one another… when she began filing false police reports against us!
Rallying against us to keep their “bullying” platform alive and kicking.
Going to all of my employers, one by one, (I had 3 at the time) making complaints against me and trying to get me fired out of pure spite. Introducing herself by title each time, as if the words “Well, I am a reverend” would make everyone find her more credible than me.
It never did.

I was even asked, on behalf of an entire city department, to “please not get her started” via Facebook anymore, as they “already had their hands full with her!” LOL!
A whole department was begging me not to get this woman riled for their sake!

Things quieted down, eventually, and we maintained a peaceful, Kelly-free existence for a while again.
Until – due to more of Kelly’s crazy ideas and antics, her daughter was switched back into our school district from the one she lived in, and was seated right next to my daughter in class!

I was okay with that. And the girls were okay with that.
They never deserved to be split by adult pettiness like they were in the first place.
As long as I didn’t have to have contact with Kelly, a renewed friendship was okay with me.
She would have never been allowed to go to their home, though. I knew what was going on there!

It wasn’t okay with Kelly.
Her daughter was instructed to stay away from mine, despite school situations.
And other girls.
And things with other classmates got intense.
Between two schools.
There was friend being pitted against friend and teenage drama elaborately choreographed by one maniacal, minister mom, Hell-bent on being number one… via her child.
And Kelly spent a summer trying to make her daughter as popular as she possibly could, no matter what it took, contributing to the delinquency of minors and bringing on the epidemic of parental fury and legal battles she is currently entangled in today.

And here we are now.
And here I am….
still trying to make sense of it all…
and trying to get it off my chest.
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#3. Something to think about…

I am incredibly tired and experiencing a brain-fog that MS enjoys blanketing me in, but not so tired that I have forgotten my dear friend!  😉

If you are familiar with Ms. Shannon…if you  know her well enough… you must be aware, that although she calls herself “Reverend” and claims to run a “music ministry” {whatever that means}, there is no actual “ministry.”
She has no followers, no congregants. She spends absolutely no time “ministering” to anyone.
I actually have a story to share with you all, later on, that demonstrates her lack of concern for anyone but herself. A very sad situation that offered her the perfect opportunity to be kind and compassionate…. to minister to a group of people, who in that moment, could have really used a person of God to help them through their grief… and she failed to see that because she was more concerned with how our moment of despair was going to interfere with her plans!!!! It’s a doozy of a story. Can’t wait to tell it!
But in the meantime…

With no church to lead, no congregation, no followers, no designated charity or cause she cares to be affiliated with, with NO MINISTRY — what is THIS page all about? If you ask me, I think that PAYPAL account someone is donating to is actually just lining her pockets and paying for her cars, or her attempts to buy her way to fame!!!
CHECK THIS OUT….

Hmmmm… where do these donations go and on what is she spending it?

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Make a donation to what? May I suggest a new hairdresser?

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A Matter of Public Record – Something our favorite Pastor Prevaricator knows nothing about.

It seems that Ms. Shannon likes to throw around what people should and should not be allowed to know and has a “thing” about what and what is not “public record.”
The following story only goes to laughably prove that she knows nothing of what public record means.

Quick Background to This Story:

A while back, in a public Facebook conversation, someone stated that they hadn’t seen her in a while and wondered where she was. I knew where she was. She had flown her daughter out to California, taking her child out of school for an extended period of time, where they were both making the rounds, trying to find auditions and work. (For anyone who hasn’t met her, you need to know that Kelly’s whole existence is about gaining fame and being popular. Her quest for popularity is what landed her in her current legal situation involving minors.)
However, perhaps in poor judgement, I responded with the answer, “She is in California pimping her kid out to Hollywood.”
Now, I would assume that any half-educated person would take that for what it was meant to be: me saying that the mother was willing to do anything to make a buck.
Ms. Shannon, however, didn’t see that as a dig at her, she flipped it around to make it about me trashing her daughter.
(Something I would never do. I loved that child. I cared for that child. I would never do or say anything to hurt her.)

Cut to Months and Months Later…

I was working at a short-term job in the local City Hall. I remember the day all too well, for more than the scene Ms. Shannon made. I remember that it was particularly busy in the offices there that day, as same-sex marriage was just made legal and it was the first day people could get their marriage licenses. The halls were lined with people waiting, and people who showed up for other reasons had to be shuffled to different offices than usual to accommodate the crowds. Where a person would usually go to pick up a  copy of a birth certificate was changed for the day, rerouting them into the office I happened to be working in.
At one point, I stepped out into the hall, spotting Ms. Shannon. Not wanting a confrontation, I quickly stepped back into my office, hoping she hadn’t seen me. I took my place back at my desk and held my breath. After a few minutes, I thought I was in the clear, until I heard that voice. I didn’t even have to look up to know it was her. She was asking another woman in the office where she could pick up a birth certificate for her daughter… and that’s when she did notice me at my desk, because the woman had barely gotten the answer out before Ms. Shannon started throwing a temper tantrum. A very loud temper tantrum, no-less.
“Why is she here? She has no business here! She called my daughter a prostitute and I don’t want her having access to my private information! I want to speak to  her supervisor now!!!!”
I sat quietly at my desk, saying nothing, but watching her act a fool and attract the crowds lined up in the hall to peer in to see what was going on. She was putting a serious damper on what was one of the happiest days of their lives, after all.
And the people who had been waiting in the office prior to her arrival started leaving, one by one, but not before hearing her scream about her daughter being called a prostitute over and over – which, again, I never did. Those were her words, not mine! Did she seriously think that’s what my statement was about? Not about me calling the mom a pimp, doing anything to make a buck, but calling the child a prostitute? Dummy.
My supervisor wasn’t in her office at the moment, and since Ms. Shannon decided she would wait, my co-workers ushered  me out of the office and told me to wait outside, where they would come and tell me that the coast was clear and I was safe from the crazy lady inside. They even followed her out as she left – after talking to my supervisor – to be sure she didn’t come after me outside. She truly wore her insanity on her sleeve that day, screaming repetitively about the whole prostitute thing, but also screaming about her information being private and something I should have no access to…. from my desk in THE PUBLIC RECORDS OFFICE!!!
Lol!!!!
So, Ms. Shannon… shall we have a chat about what is public record and what is not?

By the way, my supervisor had never asked to speak to me by the end of the day, but I was scared to death over what could have gone on in that office for the 20 minutes that she was in there screaming at someone else now, so before Ieft for the day, I decided to go in and see where I stood after such a scene was caused in my name.
I left the office happier than I would have thought, hearing that my job was not in jeopardy and that it was more than apparent that this lady was obviously out of her mind, throwing around the fact that she was a reverend over and over as if my boss would believe her over me due to her title.

Keep opening that mouth of yours, “Reverend.” No one is buying that title as a defense to your insanity.
(IF you’ve been allowed to keep the title now that your story has gone public and become newsworthy.)

Quickie Clarification – WHO this blog is truly about…

It has come to my attention that Ms. Shannon is now aware that this blog exists, and I was shown a response she made referring to it.

In this response, she claims that I am out to defame and harm the children involved. I am not out to harm any child – hers, or the countless others who stumbled into her web of deceit and depravity. Harming children is her game… not mine.

One of the reasons I will continue to write this blog is to make other parents aware of who she is and hopefully prevent other children from being harmed in the long run.

I am sure you are all aware of the story of Hansel and Gretel, and what those children suffered from beginning to end.
First, they were lead into the woods by a selfish parent who didn’t want to deal with them anymore. (And I could relate that to their family situation, but that’s for another time.)

Then, they were introduced to the old lady with a home deep in the woods. A home made of candy, as to lure unsuspecting young ones into her oven. This is the part I would like to discuss for now.

You see, what I am writing about in my blog is not the story of Hansel and Gretel, but more about the background of the heinous witch whose life revolved around luring children into her trap.
Mine is a tale of what made that witch tick. What made her so dangerous. Who she targeted and why, and how she made it happen…pretty successfully, no less.

Mainly, my blog entails what my family and I  endured at the hands of this whacko. And while there are other families who endured much worse, it is not my tale to tell. I will only tell what I  know to be the truth. What we experienced for years and years at the hand, and warped brain, of this lady.

So, if anyone is under the impression that my blog is about the children, I would like to correct you now.
This is the tale of the wicked witch and her house of made of candy, not of the children who entered it and fell prey to her game of depravity.