Author: julie blew

Three days after I sent the above email (It’s verbatim minus any disparaging details and fuck that too as I am not allowed to disparage him, but he almost virtually destroyed me.) I heard from an attorney. Not a criminal defense attorney. A friend/lawyer kind of attorney and for the next six weeks I became...

my multi million dollar view. it started out with good intentions from the second i saw this home i wanted to live there. it just felt so peaceful. it felt like home. the privacy. the size. the views. the ability to merge two families with space for everyone…....

it’s been 53 days. and my dad strikes again….when you experience trauma like i have your emotions are not in your control. throw in the ms which exists mostly in my brain and yes. i’m a hot fucking mess. rightfully so…and i will take the time and space i need to heal with those that...

on my older brother’s birthday i was assaulted. six weeks later on my younger brother’s birthday i received a proposed settlement from my assailant’s attorney. Is there some sort of irony there? i don’t know as i invited them last minute to the party…i really didn’t invite anyone to the party…as i was doing just...

on june 2nd 2023 i was honored in front of 1000 people for my philanthropic efforts over the past seven years. and that weekend was probably one of the most epic weekends of my life…or at least in the top five. my children were in attendance. i broke the bank on dressing us and flo-rida...

on wednesday june 14th i arrived at my beach house. i was super excited to get out of the heat. get back to the place that is slowly becoming my home…filled with people that care about me…that want to see me…that check in on me and where i am not stuck in my big ass...

i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...

did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...

i don’t believe any of you know how challenging it is to ask for money. repeatedly. year after year. hoping that this will be the last year you ask because they have found a cure. it isn’t the last year. the cure is not here yet. it will be. i believe that we will find...