Hephzibah House Journal

Hephzibah House Journal
Susan Grotte's journal from her experience as a student at Hephzibah House, told in short-story form.

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Mary Kumar

My name is Mary Kumar.  I arrived at Hephzibah House in August of 2007 and left 4 months after my 18th birthday in August 2009.  I apologize for how fractured this story might seem.  I’ve been trying to put it onto paper for about 10 years now, and it never seems to go well.  I cannot possibly be concise in telling you all of the horrors I endured and witnessed at Hephzibah House, so I will go ahead and give you just a few memories that I have not shared previously to the public.  To get this out of the way, Hephzibah House has been operating without a license for 47 years.  No one who is employed at Hephzibah House has any sort of formal training in how to counsel, feed, educate, or raise ‘troubled’ youth.  The ‘education’ that the girls receive is not accredited and is self-study learn-at-your-own-pace material, which is not overseen by any sort of licensed educator and is not accepted by legitimate schools, colleges, or even entry-level employers(please see my video here: 
https://youtu.be/L03j7NufKtA).  Since there is no working definition for ‘troubled’, Ron Williams is free to accept any girl, no matter her ‘offense’, at any point in time.  Some women have come forward testifying that they were sent there because they had fallen in love with a boy, were not getting along with new step-parents, or were shipped off in response to speaking up about sexual abuse happening within the household.  

   The ‘counseling’ I received was quite minimal and did not revolve around learning healthy coping skills, how to ready myself for a future as a productive citizen, or about dealing with general growing pains, but rather focused on my place as a woman under the authority of my father and then husband(if God did not deem me too worthless and cheap to marry), my part in the abuse that had taken place up until my stay at Hephzibah House, and my ‘need’ to steer clear of secular(and Bible) colleges, since it was not God’s will for me.  I was not given any, I repeat, ANY practical knowledge that I could utilize in getting a job, going to school, or becoming independent, but was rather actively taught to keep my mouth shut, my head down, to pray for a god-fearing man to marry me, and to depend on others to provide me with a means to survive and through that support, bear children for the kingdom and glory of God.  The weak barriers that I had built for myself to try and keep myself safe from predators pre-HH were actively broken down with the ideology that I was NOTHING without the say-so and approval of the men within our little culture.  It was taught that ALL authority was sent from God, and was a voice for God, so when that authority turned out to be abusive and predatory, I simply learned to embrace that authority as if they were God Himself.  This is how girls can come out of HH having gone through the same things as all the rest of us, and still turn to them with a smile and a trusting hug...they haven’t gotten their barriers put back up yet, and they still see the predators as parts of a confusing God-Head. 

   There were times of extreme physical pain, sickness and infection at Hephzibah House.  We were not allowed to use q-tips to clean our ears, but when I asked what I could do to help resolve the pressure that was building in my ears, I was told to use a pen, or even a bobby pin.  Since I was too afraid to use any of those things(having accidentally hurt myself at home going to far with a q-tip), the pressure grew.  My head felt foggy, and my hearing became impaired, and my ears would shoot pain, and turn red, and I would have a fever.  Since we were only allowed a couple of Advil a month, I was not able to stop the pain all the time.  Finally, one day in school, I was sitting with my ear pressed against the palm of my hand, and when I moved my  hand away from my ear, it created a tiny vacuum, and I heard a loud ‘pop’, and pus and water exploded out of my ear and down my neck.  I just sat there for a second, with my wet hand, and my ear pouring stinky pus all over me and instead of worrying about my ear, I felt SCARED because I didn’t know if I would get demerits for asking to go to the bathroom to wash it off of myself and my clothes(changing clothes was not an option-too much of a hassle on the staff ladies to take that much time out of their day for that nonsense).  I didn’t worry about my ear, I didn’t bother to ask for medicine(since I had already used the couple Advil that I was allowed for the month), I just sat there, startled, with no idea how to help myself.  I did end up raising my hand.  I had pus in my hair, and down my shirt; it was still dripping out of my ear and with no tissue, I had no other choice.  I was escorted to the bathroom, and allowed to used some tissue to wipe off.  I told the staff lady what had happened, and she thought it was really weird, and that was that.  We weren’t supposed to make a fus about health issues while we were there.  Sometimes it would get us made fun of in front of everyone, and sometimes it would just get us demerits.  Health was NOT to be brought up openly.  After that day, I was given ear oil to put in my ears at night, but still no q-tips, so I still suffered blockage, but none as bad as that first ‘explosion’.  

   Before HH, I had minor tenseness in my neck(it seems to be where I hold all of my stress).  I was young, so it never really held me back that much. At Hephzibah House though, with all of the hard labor with no sort of warm-up or wind-down, and all the jerking of heavy-weighted objects(to try and make sure that we got things done on time), my neck got measurably worse.  Before lights-on one morning, I rolled over to grab the last minutes I could before we had to hit the ground running, and as I rolled over, I heard what sounded like a gun-shot in my head, and a huge pain in the side of my neck.  I didn’t mean to, but I screamed.  Not everyone woke up, and Ms. Theresa, who slept next to me, glared at me.  I was crying.  My neck was swollen on one side, and the pain was terrible, and I thought I had broken my neck because I couldn't move it.  I tried to tell her, through my sobs, what had happened.  She told me to go back to sleep and I told her that I couldn’t and that I needed to go to the hospital, but she told me that if I didn’t be quiet, I would get demerits.  So I just laid there, crying.  I thought I was dying.  Throughout the day, I had to go slower than everyone else.  I got in trouble for that.  I took too much time to get out of the shower stall since I couldn’t get my clothes on fast enough and got demerits for that. Every time I tried to move my neck, a hot-white pain blinded me, and I would yelp.  I couldn't help myself.  I am not weak.  I have been in pain.  But I had never been trapped in a pain that would not ease and would not allow me to move.  As the day went on, and I continued yelping, some of the staff and girls started making fun of my noises, and of how I looked with my neck stuck to the side.  I was so embarrassed.  I am just now thinking about this after all of these years, and I am still so embarrassed.  I was a child, with no ability to help myself or figure out what to do, and I was mocked for being injured by adults who should have helped me.  This happened two times at Hephzibah House.  Both times it took me about 4 days of massaging it on my own and trying to move it without making noise to get it almost all the way better.  The second time I knew how to take care of it myself. 

   A while in to my stay at HH, I started having problems going to the bathroom.  The bathroom breaks were high stress situations, were either I almost messed myself getting to the toilet on time(struggling to hold it until the allotted bathroom breaks was difficult most of the time, especially with how much water we were required to drink), or I was not able to go at all.  Girls who were on their periods and had to ask staff for a sanitary napkins in front of us were mocked, and reminded that they were probably just having an emotional week because they were letting their hormones drag them around.  Girls who took more than a couple seconds in their stalls were singled out, with staff laughing at how long their ‘bowel movement’ was taking, waving a can of air freshener around, and making a scene.  I stopped having regular movements, and started getting constipated.  Many of the other girls were on Metamucil, and I figured that if I wrote a note upstairs, that I might be prescribed a scoop of this orange-flavored goodness as well.  No one responded to my note(I had to send a note to Mrs. Williams, and then one to Drazich, two identical notes), so a week later, when my situation started worsening, I wrote another note.  This time, days later, I was whisked silently out of school to put on my Sunday clothes and accompany Ms. Drazich out to a waiting van.  I did not ask questions, I did not know what I was being taken away for.  Was I meeting my parents? Was I going to go get food?  Why the Sunday dress?  I was told not to look around, so I did not.  When we arrived at our destination, I kept my eyes down until we got inside.  I was in a Doctor’s office.  While we sat and waited, I stared at my lap, since the magazines were full of all sorts of worldly trash that I was not supposed to see. When I was called into the office, Drazich came with me, as well as the attending nurse.  Then a man came in.  I was told that I was going to be given an exam with this HUGE anal speculum to see if I had hemorrhoids, which the doctor said was a very real threat.  I don’t want to talk about this. But they did the exam.  The nurse stood in the room.  The doctor did what he did.  Drazich laid across me with her heavy body holding me down.  I told her she didn’t have to, but she did it anyways.  I was a child.  Of course I did not have hemorrhoids, and I didn’t get metamucil.  I was just told to go home and stop pushing so hard when I went to the bathroom. 

   Is it a little weird that my neck problems were of no concern, and my ear oozing pus was not a problem, but when I pushed too hard when I used the bathroom….I needed a super-invasive anal exam?  We see this a lot with survivor stories.  Some girls wet themselves(signs of real health issues) because the forced hydration has damaged their anatomy enough that they are not able to control their bladders and they are shamed without end and thrown into depends; at the same time, some of these girls had problems going to the bathroom like I did, and had forced enemas in the basement, performed by staff.  Some of these girls would lose dangerous amounts of weight over very little time(hard labor/low nutrition), and no one took any notice, but when these same girls had their underwear inspected for discharge(a common practice until the early 2000’s I believe), and been found ‘guilty’of whatever staff wanted them to be guilty of, some of them would have a forced pelvic exam performed on them in the basement. I am not a doctor, but I don’t see anyone on the outside acting like this.  

   The day I arrived at Hephzibah House I brought a shank with me to kill myself if I got raped.  Since my brother had been sent to one of these places, I was familiar with other houses like Hephzibah House that starved, raped, and/or beat their children. I found myself in the hell that I had tried so hard to avoid.  

   The things that happened to my mind at Hephzibah House were absolutely horrific.  At home, I wrote almost every day in my diaries, but at Hephzibah House I was not allowed to have paper, pencils, crayons, paints...anything that could get what was in my head out of me.  Those were things that other children could have, but since I had ended up at HH, I could not be spoiled with things that good children should have.  I was not to utter a sound, think a thought, move my pupils too many inches in a certain direction.  At home, I was always trying to dance, or shout, or read, or study.  At Hephzibah House, the human in me was pulled out into the open, and weighed, and every last bit of it was judged to be disgusting and it was burned up.  I like to think that they didn’t break me at all, but there are cracks in me, all the way to my foundation.  The mind that I had before Hephzibah House has not been renewed.  I cannot pick up a pen and write like I used to.  I can’t think.  The defense mechanisms that I had when I was younger are dull and were broken with purpose deliberation. 

   The schoolroom was large and sharp and bright and smelled like bottles upon bottles of bleach, and that is where pieces of me were whittled and worn away.  I had words that would bunch up inside of me, that I had to write, but I would get in trouble if I wrote them out.  I would use my fingers to write them on my desk.  The paper was counted, so I was not able to let one sentence out of me.  My mind saved, and documented, and kept track of everything I saw, every day, for the first couple months of my stay.  I tried to narrate the arrival of new girls, and figure out why other girls had just disappeared in the night.  Had they been murdered? Had they been given to a man?  I tried to put words to how hard it was to swallow my heaves as I watched bugs with missing legs crawl out of the food that I had to eat.  I would stay awake most of the nights, just trying to hold on to memories, and drown out what they were force-feeding my mind.  What was my day like?  What had they done to so-and-so? Why was so-and-so crying when she limped back into school after she had been called away?  How many months has it been since a person touched me?  Will I ever be ready to like this ‘God’ that keeps on being shoved onto me?

   All day every day was a day of constant praise to this God.  Prayers morning, noon and night.  Scripture verses quoted out loud.  Hymns played while we studied.  Verses during duties and work-outs.  Singing or scripture or silence during heavy labor.  Bible stories while we worked for hours collating tracts to bring ‘heathens’ from all over the world to the knowledge of this everlasting God.  We were berated for being slovenly, and loud, and whorish, all day.  Stories of torture and abuse in concentration camps were read to us throughout the week and before bed, and it was reiterated to us that we were lucky to have what we had and that we should go to sleep grateful every night for the little that we were given.  During counseling sessions, we were reminded that sexual abuse that may have happened at home was mostly our responsibility to bear and that we had better mend our ways before we leave - or continue to woo men to us with our shamelessness and sexuality.  We were admonished during church services and Bible studies that our place was at home, under the authority of our husband, and that it was his right and duty to discipline and dominate us.  Some of us were singled out and humiliated separately.  The suffering of Jesus on the cross was pulled apart and studied in gruesome detail, and the gnostic value of his pain and suffering was transferred to the care that they gave to us....the more they could make us suffer translated into a more thorough salvation for ourselves.

   Soon I started losing the stories that I had memorized.  I couldn’t remember the name of that girl that disappeared in the middle of the night.  I stayed up late just to try and remember anything besides the words that I had heard through the day.  A snippet of a song...there was a world out there, right?  I would sleep with my head pressed against the wall next to my bunk, trying to feel a heartbeat out there somewhere.  Within the first year and a half, every word I wrote, everything that came from my mouth, and every thought that was crammed into my mind was in praise to this God that I did not want.

       I was not told on my 18th birthday that I could go home.  I was still locked in the basement, the day after my 18th birthday, much to my deep deep horror. I sent notes upstairs to Ron and Pattie Williams to let them know that I thought it was ‘God’s Will’ that I go home.  They declined and sent Pastor Halyaman downstairs to speak with me and to try to sway me otherwise.  The next time I asked to go home, Ron Williams came down and spoke with me, and I told him that I most assuredly was not supposed to stay there any longer(I was SO shaky!!).  I wasn’t punished, and no one said anything about it for a while, I was just left to wonder what was going on, but then I was tapped on the shoulder during school one day, and Mrs. Halyaman said that it had come time for me to go home.  I didn’t get to hug anyone, or say goodbye, or tell any of the girls that I loved them(I want to scream every time I think about how that day felt), I just got to wave at them and walk out of the room.  My things were already packed for me.  I was like a child...no one thought I needed to know any of this plan that involved me.  I had no say in when I got to leave; I was completely at the grace of the ‘adults’ around me.

820 comments:

  1. So well written... ty for your story.

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  2. hello mary this is joan joan friday

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  3. i was at hepzibah house at the same time mary was there i was abused there i was there for almost 3 years im getting mental help and living back in wisconsin my adopted mom who sent me there is now in jail for stealing i remember mrs williams beating me my biological mom is helping me recouparate

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  4. just to tell you those two commets up there were mine joan frank i just wonder what happened to lydia

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  5. Hey ; Joan this is Mary , How are you doing , Im doing good after my divorce How's Philly, call me at 269 744 8496

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  6. hey mary im doing great i didnt know you got adivorce and philly is with greg im still at my home except just renting it from my f ing aunt ill call you tommarow

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  7. hey mary its joan sorry you couldnt come to the christmas party hope you are doing great come and vist me soon

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  8. Hey Joan this is Mary how are you doing haven,t seen you in a year tell me about yourself

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  9. hey mary well my life is great me and bea are operating as owners of a huge strip bar so im busy vic is doing great greg and jennifer bell ihave not seen in 2 years dee and ann are doing good eexcept ann had a heartatack and is staying home ive made my land bigger and have become amember of the hochunk nation i would like to see you sone so dropoff when you have time

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  10. Hey Joan well i ll drop off on january the 5 could i see philly soon

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  11. sure phillys with greg but ill ask permission and see what comes up greg works at playboy and i dont know where he lives but i know is number so maybe philly can come vist

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  12. OH GREATTTTTTTTTTT

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  13. Hey Joan could i reschedule the vist for the 2 of febuary tell phily i miss him and will get him a big present

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  14. Joan tell me more about yourself

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  15. alright well ive spent my time running a strip bar in green bay a unknown bar and have made my land huge by havin rocosters ferris wheels but i still have to rent from dawn who got the place vicci is doing find except she had lung cancer and is feeling week greg is maried to jennifer bell i told you abot deee an ann did you know that lydia got into a car accedent and died terrible im doin good except last year i was arrested for stealing but i only got a month i ve made a big home in hollywood an im doing good

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  16. Cant whait to see philly give him my love could we have a party

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  17. sure ill even invie jennifer laerencd

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  18. Great im busy trying to get Doctor Williams in jail see you soon

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  19. hey ive contacted jnnifer lawrence annd shes coming

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  20. What about philly

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  21. maybe im still trying to ask greg but greg is stuborn

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  22. Oh ill think ill die if I can not see philly

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  23. hey mary well i dont know but i called jennifer lawrence last nigt and shell be there onthe seciond

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  24. Tell me Joan about your strip bar

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  25. oh its by the assembly god church its very huge

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  26. hey mary how your hepzibah house campaign coming

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  27. Bad no one wants to fight no more we only have for members

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  28. Hey joan this is Mary what present does Philly want

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  29. HEY MARY THIS BEA LOPEZ JOANS BUSY BUT ILL CALL HER SOON

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  30. hey mary itsjoan idont know what he would want although hell have a big a noth present seeing jennifer lawrence

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  31. Hey Joan you think philly would like a wolverine doll

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  32. Hey joan is jennifer lawrence wwhere her mystique persona

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  33. jennifer lawrence is phillys favorite actor

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  34. hey mary ill tell some stories from when you were gone

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  35. i was arrested by th hochund natiain but got out on bail bee paid many of my freidn have moved on or passed away we still have showdowns but all that is there or still alive is bea vic dee ann and richard

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  36. What about Kayla

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  37. oh well she is in washinton being a social worker

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  38. Hey joan tell me about Philly does he have a job a girlfriend a home a mother

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  39. aaaaaa well no no and yes

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  40. Hey joan ill get him a electric scooter

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  41. oh weell not yet greg may not let him come

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  42. Oh well i pray he comes we ve been budies a long time

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  43. jennifer lawrence will arive and take pictures with him

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  44. philyy loves jennifer larence

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  45. Does he have a facebook twiitter or instagram acout

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  46. Could i buy him a phone

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  47. hey mary sorry i didnt tex back got busy ill also inviet scarlet johansen brie larson and elizabeth olson

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  48. I hope philly arives to

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  49. Hey Joany this Mary could i reschedule the vist for the 25th of Febuary

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  50. hey elizabeth olson cant make it on the 25

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  51. Well we ,ve got enough actresses

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  52. hey mary would you llike to see jennifer lawrences makeup into mystique on youtube

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  53. Hey Joan sorry did not text back got into car accecedent I am in the hospital The doctor says i pretty injured so I cant make it on the 25 my legs are pretty badly injured

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  54. ohnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo it must be hard how about watching some movie scenes like captain americ a airport figt spiderman 1 defeat of the green goblin spiderman no way home fight at apartment avengers in finity war thanos arrives in wakanda avengers endgame avengers assemble spiderman far from home mysterio reveals his plans thor ragnorok thor vs hulk avengers infinity war hulk vs thanos or endgame hulk snaps the infinty gaunkret and black widows first appearanse tell me when you get better about the plans for a vist

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  55. Okay I sure miss philly

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  56. This is a video of me in the hospital

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    1. VIDEO IS FOR PRIVATE VIEWING ONLY

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  57. wow thats a lot of bruises

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  58. My surgery is tommarow

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  59. oh mary how did you get into a carrrr acendent

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  60. Oh well I did not have much to drink but I was driving home and hit a semi

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  61. well ill be

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  62. Bronson hospital in kalamazooo

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  63. hey mary are you gonna still have your legs

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  64. No fake ones

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  65. Dont tell anybody about this

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  66. Hey Joan about greg he works at playboy

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  67. yes part time I called greg and he lives down in omaha and is working at club omaha

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  68. The doctor says I need to rest taxt you this week

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  69. Im going in to surgery at 1 wish me luck

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  70. Ill text you on the 11 im in the waiting room now please dont text until the 11

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  71. hey if anybody of hepzibah house is reading this wish mary luck she got into a car accendent i visited her and she can barily talk

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  72. MARY GOT INTO A ACCENDENT ILL BE PRAYING FOR HERE

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  73. HEY JOAN ITS ME THE ASSHOLE GREG

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  74. what the f why are you on this website

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  75. I HAVE AN ACCOUNT ON THIS WEBSITE AND WAS READING THE COMENTS PHILLIP HAGEN AINT WITH ME

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  76. oh well philly is with christine this week hell be coming back toyou in a week

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  77. WELL ILL BE A FUCKED ASSHOLE

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  78. oh how is your job at club omaha

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  79. GOOD BEING A SON OF A BITCH BOUNCER IS WONDERFUL

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  80. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING YOU VIXEN

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  81. in vesper the same home as sice 2013

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  82. WELL ILL BE PISSED

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  83. greg tell me about yourself

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  84. WELL I VE BEEN MARIED TO JENNIFER BELL FOR 4 YEARS AND HAVE HAD SOME FUCKIN PROBLEMS RILEY IS WORKING AT THE ASSHOLE PLACE CALLED BURGER QUEEN AND TIMMOTHY GAVE UP IS ASSHOLE OF SEMI DRIVING YOU WONDER HOW I GOT INTO THIS WEBSITE ME AND MARY ARE CLOSE FRIENDS AND INVITED ME TO BE ON THIS WEBIISITE

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  85. WELL EVER SINCE I WAS A TEENAGER FUCK I WAS SENT TO ASSHOLE OF A HELL SCHOOL AND IT WAS A HEPZIBAH HOUSE NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THE HELL OF A HYPORGASM OF A SCHOOL IT WAS AND MARY THOUGHT IT WAS HEPSIBA HOUSE OF A DAMN

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  86. who sent you

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  87. OH MY FUCK OF A ASS HOLE MOM JANET WELL I HAVE TO SAY GOOD FUCK AND LEAVE IM ALSO A BARTENDER WHEN TIS PACE AINT A FUCK OF A GENTILMENS CLUB IT I IS A HELL OF A BAR TELL MR WHEN MARY GETS FOR FUCKS SAKE BETTER AND A BOUT PHILLIP HAGEN WHAT THE FUCK

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  88. HEY JOAN ABOUT PHILLY HAGEN FOR MY FUCKING ORGASM OF A PENNIS PHILL OF A SHITHEAD AINT HERE FOR GODS FUCK STOPSAYING HE IS WITH THE FOR THE NAME OF THE ASSHOLE BABY JESUS CHRIST HE IS WITH THE VIXEN CATHY FRIDAY AND ROGER FRIDAYS OBITUARY WAS IN THE NEWSPAPER SO WHAT IN THE NAME OFCUMN OF VULVAS IS GOING ON

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  89. oh he is with kathy friday only for the week then hell be returned to you

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  90. NO HE AINT GO TO HEAVENS FUCK AND IF PHILLY WANTS ME HE CAN KISS MY ASS

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  91. I HOPE IN LUBRICATORS SAKE THIS FUCK CAN GET THE SEMEN STRAIGHTEN OUT GIVE MY FUCK TO PHILLIP

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  92. hey people mary is doing better and by march the doctor says that she should be ot of the hospital

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  93. GIVE MY SEMEN TO HER

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  94. who in the hell is this is this greg

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  95. TELL MARY SHES A CUNT AND HERES A PICTURE FOR HERE

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  96. HEY WHY IN MY MOTHERS FAT ASS IS THIS DELETED

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  97. oh mary deleted it is that jennifers vulgina

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  98. NO A STRIPPERS VULGINA HEY JOAN ABOUT PHILLIP THE A HOLE HE AINT WITH ME HE IS WITH CATHY HOW DO I FUCKING KNOW WELL FIRSTT I SEEN HER AND PHILLIP OUT TO WALMART 2 YEARS AGO IF I DIDNT SEE PHILLIP HAGEN I WOULDNT KNOW WHO THE FUCK IT WAS BUT THEN I SAW KATHY HAD SHORT HAIR AND WAS VERY HEAVY SET PHILLIP WAS PREETY PLUMPP WHICH IS STRANGE AND THEY GO TO TOMAH BAPTIST CHURCH A FRIEND TOLD ME PHILLIP IS HOMESCHOOLED AND USES A CHRISTIAN THING CALLED A BECA AND HE IS HOMEBOUND AND ALL HE DOES AS I HEAR IS EAT AND PLAY VIDEO GAMES

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  99. well hev goes to her for saturday and sunday and goes to you the rest so good bye

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  100. GO TO HEAVENNN

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  101. ILL BADMOUTH YOU LATER YOU CUNT

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  102. BUT I HEAR HE IS LAZY AND DOESNT EVEN GO TO A BOYS CLUB WOW

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  103. HE AINT VERY OUTGOING AND DONT GO TO ANYTHING IF YOU KEEP SAYING HE IS WITH ME ILL GET MY LAWYER AND WELL GO OVER TO THERE HOUSE

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  104. AND YOU CAN SEE HIM ANY TIME YOU WWANT TO BECAUSE HE IS NOT ADOPTED BUT GUARSHIP WHICH IS DIFFERNT WHISH I KNEW IT SOONER

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  105. what the ffffffffffffffffffffffffff

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  106. HARBOR ON THAT FUCK AND IF YOU GET HIM FROM THEM GVE HIM MY SEMEN

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  107. hey greg i know more than you last august i heard philly lost his winnebago land

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  108. FUCK I HEARD HE LOST HIS LAND 8 YEARS AGO SO GO FUCK

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  109. I HATE YOU GO GET LOST

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  110. hey people mary is doing good

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  111. HEY JOAN ITS GREG RILEY SEEN PHILLY OUT TO WALMART

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  112. HERES A PICTURE HE COULDNT GET KATHYS PICTURE RILEY WORKS THERE SO GO FUCK

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  113. PICTURE DELETED

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  114. WHY IN THE FUCK IS MY PICTURES ALWAYS DELETED

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  115. that aint phil he was never that fat and looksad he was happy and fairly big but not fat

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  116. THAT IS HIM RILEY SAW HIM BUT COULNT SEE THE FUCK CATHY SO RILEY WORKS THERE PERMANENTLY SO GODS FUCK BE WITH YOU

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  117. hey greg i hate to say this get lost mary will star t deletig your comments and block you

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  118. FUCKING CUNT OF DAUGHTER OF A BITHC ASSHOLE

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  119. isaw and heard from a friend that philly and mom is living in la crosse

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  120. WELL WHEN FUCKING PHILLY GOES OUT TOWALMART RILEY WILL KEEP HIS EYES OPEN

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  121. ONE THING ITS A PUBLIC BUILDING I WOULDNT DARE GO TO HIS HOUSE BUT IF ITS PUBLIC THEY CANT DO NOTHING

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  124. Hey people this is Mary sorry about the bad comments I know they offended some people unfortanly once comment are here i cant delete them sorry

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  125. These hurt and had terrible awful comments and the person who wrote them is being punished

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  126. Sorry he will not be allowed to post comments on here

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  127. Forgiive me ive been away but these comments were terible awful in bad language and hurt man people this language or meannes will be cencorred rigt away

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  128. forgive me

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  129. hey people am doing better am at home

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  130. Hey joan let me give you a formal apologie abou the picture taken of your precious son

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  131. why philly

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  132. Hey joan all i see is philly

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  133. oh well greg now text me on instagram its seems riley couldnt see what mom looked like he said that it could of beean anyone said it looked like a bank robber

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  134. he also said riley saw only black and thought there was two people standding by him so i dont know

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  135. but as i hear from gre after saying bad curse wors philly is defiently not socialized which i dont care about tthat you either want friends or a gaming counsil

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  136. hey mary when you feel better comme to the home of me

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  137. BEA the STRIPPER1/8/24, 11:20 AM

    Hey people and mary want to wish good luck

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  138. BEA the STRIPPER1/8/24, 4:03 PM

    HEY yallllll hey mary heard about that terrible accendent wish you luck

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  139. Hey Bea heard about your stip club where is it

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  140. Ohhhhh ho iits in green bay and las vegas

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  141. Youve got two

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  142. yes my life is good me and joan are half owners the original bar we were at was shutdown during covid but when we came bak rats cockroaces lice and ticks were crawling so joan made a big investmen and bought a bar in green bay and vegas

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  143. hey mary greg said these words what do they mean

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    1. hyporgasm orge cum semen and masturbation

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  144. hey joan sorry did not text back

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  145. Hey joan philly lost his inheritance

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  146. hey mary i just found out that greg is working for something called porn

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  147. what the heck

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  148. yeah in nevada

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  149. hre works on the website pornhub

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  150. terrible i am going to delete his comments tommarow

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  151. hey joan about philly do you want hom

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  152. Hey joan im having an important metting today ill scheldule next wedseday to where we delete gregs comments and others

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  153. hey joan about philly

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  154. oh well he with kathy she wanted him i didnt

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  155. they never wanted me around i could feel it

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  156. and besides sorry for texting late I wonder if greg is interested in philly

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  157. Well in the two comments i deleted he said that he despised philly

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  158. Oh joan every time we go on this website i keep tracking that someone other than us is looking on this website

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  159. From 861 maple grove street

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  160. oh thats greg

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  161. that home used to be kaathys place but kathy wanted gregs big mansion home so greg and her made a bet you see each had favorite films kathys was spiderman no wayy home gregs was thor ragnorok so they beted that how many of the people voted that they liked there film better than the other but kathy won and spiderman no way home was victorious so kathy got gregs big mansion and he got kathy very run down home

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  162. they live at 1100 state st la crosse

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  163. Oh so the person listing in is Greg oh greg were talking about your sick mind ive got to go to the meeting wont text you back today

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  164. hey mary what was the meeting about

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  165. Oh well it to investigate church cases you see were a ban of social workers

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  166. Oh well theres a lot of cases like that desgusting one i wisconsin of anne nelson kock

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  167. who the heck is she

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  168. a old woman who raped a 14 year old boy

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  169. oh well we will probaly never get to that case

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  170. hey mary am taking a trip to hollywood to see jennifer lawrence

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  171. see jenifer lawrences makeup into mystique on youtube also see avengers endgame avengers assemble and thor ragnorok hulk vs thor gregs favorite scenne kathys friday favorite scence included spiderman 1 death of the goblin spiderman no way home fight at thhe apartment and spiderma noway home final fight

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  172. kathy friday favorite scences were spiderman 1 death of the goblin

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  173. kathy favorite scences include spiderman 1 daeth of the green goblin

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  174. and spiderman no way home apartment fight

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