When I first started writing my story, and trying to get the information, and truth out, I was on a mission to make sure that I had the chance to do what I had been trying to do all of my life. I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be free from chains of my past defining transgressions and preconceived notions about who I am and what type of person I truly am, and all that I’ve overcome. Please don’t ever call me a victim. Don’t call me a liar. Don’t call me a fool. Don’t ever think I don’t know, or won’t find out if I have been wronged. In this post, I’m going to try to break things down, so that my mental competence, and intellectual ability is not even a question.
I didn’t write this out of spite. I didn’t write this to paint myself a victim. I didn’t write this to get payback. I didn’t write this to be told that I’m in need of a psychological evaluation. I didn’t write this to be perceived as being out of my mind. I didn’t write this for the world to feel sorry, or have pity on me. I wrote this for myself, and the world to have the whole story, and provide factual truthful information in response to a vicious spiteful reckless case that I alone have been litigating on my own, against the ones that I loved, and against the people who took an oath to serve and protect, to bring justice for the American people, and though they’ve tried to silence me, deny my rights, denied legal proceedings, denied facts, and denied the constitutional rights that give me freedom of speech, and Due Process to be heard, and to defend myself IM STILL SURVIVING AND FIGHTING ALONE.
I am still fighting the war. I will never stop defending myself in battle. I have been told to let it go. I will never let go of the way my life was stolen from me by a man who convinced the entire state of Louisiana judicial system that I was incapable of being a mother and a part of my own life. I will never let go of always settling because no one thinks I’m worthy of being heard, and the perception itself that was just the exact point of what was predisposed and premeditated to create so much conflict, chaos, drama, and traumatic experiences that I would only be perceived as a nutcase, a “cuckoo” , an unstable person, a woman with no support, no education, and no ground to stand on and up against the same people who created this life of disadvantages and misfortunes.
I blame myself for my actions. I blame myself for not having the courage to stand up against my enemies prior to this present moment. What I don’t blame myself for is being a loud and outspoken, and hard headed, ambitious, woman, who knows what she’s meant to do and be in life, and that’s a Mother, a wife, and that’s all ive ever wanted to do and be. I don’t blame myself for anything that happens because of other people’s actions or feelings about me. That’s their demons, their own shit to deal with.
But to cast hate, malice, injury, death, violence, abuse, bullying, assault, and mental breakdown, out of pure spite and needing to feel superior, in control, and make it known that they are in charge, is NOT OKAY. I am NOT just going away, as Rodney tells me on a daily basis when I’ve tried for years to speak to my children, but told they want nothing to do with me because I’m a liar and a DRUGGED. He has brainwashed my children to think that he was the most loving, and caring man who lost his wife to drugs and she ran off and abandoned her children (even though she’s fought with her life for over a decade for them) and her loving husband, for drugs and a different life.
Rodney is far from loving, caring, and a doting and committed father and husband. Rodney premeditated every single move he made to destroy my relationship with my children, and to emotionally, and physically push me to a nervous breakdown in 2015, although he said a year before that’s what was best for me him and MY children. Rodney bragged about his plans to cause strife, hardships, emotional problems, chaos, and used his own hands to infringe upon my rights.
Rodney uses the law to his advantage. Rodney uses his technical expertise in IT software and design management, that he forgot he Fraudulently purchased a laptop in my name using my social security number after he launched his attack, to go to school for IT management. Rodney thinks that I’m a dumbass. Rodney thinks his lies won’t catch up to him. Rodney’s mother has participated in stalking me through social media and bragging about it. Rodney thinks he’s invincible. Rodney doesn’t realize that I have an intelligence far beyond his own ability to understand what exactly transpired. Rodney thinks that I don’t have the money to do anything about this. Rodney thinks he can slander and defame me on the internet as well as in the court of law, alongside of his legal representation who attributed to the attack on me.
Guess what y’all, when you underestimate a person who has overcome, and battled the biggest and most vicious and dangerous encounters, time and time again, who strives for a better way of getting a chance to be heard, to be free from abuse, to have her children back, to never ever forget what they did to her to force her to think that taking her life was the only way out of the situation because the courts miserably failed to protect her rights, and to without prejudices, without biased political misconceptions due to misconduct by their own people who WERE ALSO INVOLVED , THIS IS WHAT YOU GET. A HELL BENT, NON STOP, DRIVEN, FOCUSED, SELF EDUCATED, INTELLIGENT, AWAKE, AMAZING HEART OF GOLD MOTHER WHO WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO GET A CHANCE OF BEING THE MOTHER SHE WAS MEANT TO BE BEFORE IT WAS STOLEN FROM HER.
I have never stepped foot in a college class since middle school when I tested on a level that earned me a spot at the university of Louisiana at Lafayette. At the time it was called USL. I was in third grade reading on a college level. I started all of my testing in elementary school at West Side elementary in Scott Louisiana. My teacher was Mrs Lerille, the daughter in law of Mr. RED Lerille of Lafayette and she was pregnant, I remember every single thing. I was also in speech therapy because I am hard of hearing, I wore hearing aids in both ears. The only time I lacked academic excellence was when I couldn’t hear or focus, due to Dr Chris Hayes And Dr Melancon diagnosing me with ADHD at 4 years old. I’m not a stupid woman, at ALL. That’s where he made the mistake.
He thought he was so smart, and so slick, and sneaky, and that he would never ever have to face the consequences of his recklessness and spiteful behavior, because he thought I was ignorant, and “a crazy bitch” and a “stupid fucking bitch”. I quote it because its factual. I speak all of these names personally because ita factual information about the crimes committed by them against me. The controversial decision to make this blog was probably the hardest, and best decision aside from signing paperwork at 16 years old to remove my first born son Trevor Michael Prudhomme of of life support, due to his incompatibility with outside life. He had Potter’s Syndrome. Bilateral Renal Agenesis. It’s a very devastating diagnosis that is always fatal prognosis for the baby. There is no renal tissue to perform any dialysis, or transplant, no way of bypassing the severely compromised and underdeveloped lungs and organs due to the lack of amniotic fluids which are excreted by the baby urinating in utero which of course is from kidneys. The baby breathes the amniotic fluid to develop the lungs and organs. There is no cure. There is no exact cause for these flulike cases of what my son succumbed to. It was not genetic. It was not my fault! It was no one’s fault! It was a fluke. Something happened called a mutation in the PAX-22 genetic marker. That caused his kidneys not to develop.
I spent my entire life researching and advocating for Potter’s Syndrome promoting the university of Michigan and Dr Patrick Brophy and Dr Jason Clarke who were the only ones in the entire world who cared enough to the research on this rare and fatal birth defect. Up until my support group on Facebook was ripped away from me just like my kids, and my life, because of Rodney Thomson making a blog called Kristels Fake Dead Babies posting pictures of my private life, medical records slandering physicians who wrote orders that were called fake, posted pictures of my daughters grave in Esther Louisiana at St James CEMETERY and STOLE those pictures from me and went to my child’s grave and had nerve to torture me about it claiming I “bought a garden stepping stone from FingerHut and dumped it in a cemetery JUST to take pictures with it to post on Facebook” EXACT WORDS! I was mocked. I was slandered. I wasn’t allowed to grieve. It destroyed my marriage. It caused me public embarrassment. It was the final nail in the coffin to my nervous breakdown when they called the church for records of my daughters burial! And claimed that she didn’t exist! I had to get permits from the states board of cemetary to have my daughter exhumed and moved because I didn’t have fucking money to properly bury her at the time and the law said she was not a human being because of her gestational age she was fetal tissue..Is that a fucking crime!? I was called a grave digger because my husband’s uncle sold scrap iron to help us pay (all that fake money) for the funeral director of Vincent’s in Abbeville Louisiana and Menards marble and Granite in abbeville Louisiana where my daughters legacy lives on because they created a template for children’s headstones using my permission from the design of my own daughter’s headstone that my husband and I picked out and designed together with the director of Menards shop handles funeral services for children and babies!
My daughter’s plot in St James was donated by a very strong and thoughtful and generous mother and father who lost their baby who was buried there for a moment before the big flood happened and several bodies washed up including my husband’s grandmother Lorraine Miller Breaux. Who is now buried at the big wooden rosary in memory of all those that couldn’t be identified when they recovered the bodies.
The groundskeeper knew my husband’s uncle and assured us that we could move forward with our plans to properly lay our daughter to rest. That’s just what we did. Only to be mocked tortured called a liar, a psycho, a cuckoo, and crazy bitch.
I was accused of “drinking a 6 pack of natty light and leaving the plastic wrapper for decorations on my daughter’s grave” It was actually Butterflies that were metal and nylon that the sun had faded and burned a few holes in. It doesn’t matter. I was a GRIEVING mother of my child and tortured because they didn’t have the proof they wanted. Or they did since they contacted the church where there are records of my daughter Grace Marie Breaux and they just wanted to terrorize and torment me more to get me out of the way.
That’s the truth! My husband’s built his daughters casket put off cypress panels from his sister’s old house because we didn’t have any money because of deepwater horizon spill that costs him his personal reasons which led to his job being terminated after he finally got home on ground from being on BP pompano which is a neighboring rig that allowed him to see everything that happened when people lost their lives and he heard the screams on the radio for help and I thought my husband was dead. No one could find him and he had called to tell me he loved me that there was a minor fire while I was watching klfy that morning he felt it he knew I would freak out and he told me he would be ok it was no big deal… he didn’t realize what was happening… I didn’t hear from him again as communications were lost and being used to evacuate survivors. The coast guard had me on a list for my husband’s name missing someone fucked up the manifest and his name was on deepwater horizon platform.. but some man gave his seat up for Jonathan.. and that man perished and spared my husbands life. When he got back he was a mess all he could do was say he was on ground he had a way to run if he had to!! Do toy have any idea what it’s like to watch the strongest person you know go through being fucked up from PTSD and coming so close to death then to still be able to build his daughters casket because they fired him after refusing counseling because he needed to talk to someone and Stallion Offshore made fun of a man who was a hard worker who went the extra mile all the time who got paid shit to be made fun of because they demanded he get back on a helicopter and go out and he had just got to safety!? Fuck you Gil and Darren Roy. Dirty fucking jokes.
No one understands that life happens. Jonathan was afraid of being labeled. He finally sought help after I pushed him. Tyler mental health. But he didn’t follow through. Do I blame him for the dissolution of our marriage, no. Because we were both at fault. Like he said life got in our way. And Rodney Thomson tried to capitalize on our misfortunes and our situations. Things got really out of hand but I stand by my statement. I didn’t deserve the abuse. I take responsibility for my own actions but I cannot and will not protect him because he didn’t protect me like he should have. He gave in to jumping aboard the train that Rodney Thomson was driving, even suggesting a membership fee for his cult members who actually paid for my medical and personal information.
I don’t hate anyone. It takes too much energy. I hate injustice. I hate lies. I hate abuse. I hate misconduct. I hate dirty cops. I hate bad choices. And I hate what Rodney Thomson has been able to continue to train his soldiers to carry out his dirty work, of torture torment, abuse, negligence, abuse of power, abuse of law and order, false accusations and false statements to government officials, tampering with medical care with my doctor who stood up for me and was threatened with his license Dr Ismael Diaz JR of Humble TX. Blackmail extortion, martial rape, emotional abuse, digital technology abuse, sexual harassment, stalking, invading my privacy and the privacy of every single contact in my life from Longview Texas when I had the email Sexymedic4u@yahoo.com BECAUSE I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID AND I ASPIRED TO DO AND BE BETTER AS A PARAMEDIC! HE had been able to fuck over everyone that I knew and had contact with. He had access to the grey tower computer hard drive that’s NOW IN MY POSSESSION WITH ALL THE EVIDENCE OF HIS LIES AND BULLSHIT THAT STARTED THIS PREMEDITATED AND CAREFULLY ORCHESTRATED ATROCIOUS ATTACKS WHICH CAUSED GENOCIDE CARDIAC ARREST STROKE AND PERMANENT PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA AND DAMAGE.
RODNEY THREATENED ME FOR THE LAST TIME HE SAID IM LUCKY… LOL
IM LUCKY HE DOESN’T TAKE ME BACK TO COURT.
I WISH THE FUCK HE WOULD. INSTEAD OF USING A FORGED CUSTODY PAPER TO CAREFULLY REMOVE ME OUT OF MY OWN CHILDRENS LIFE AND OUT OF HIS WAY… GUESS WHAT RODNEY I DON’T THINK THERE’S AN INHERITANCE FROM UNCLE PAUL… YOU FUCKED UP BIGTIME.. YOU KNOW YOU FUCKED UP.
EVERYDAY I WILL EXPOSE MORE AND MORE LIES AND ABUSE AND CORRUPTION ALL THE WAY TO THE FBI’S OFFICE YESTERDAY BECAUSE IM SICK AND TIRED OF CORRUPTION AND BEING TOLD THAT I NEED MENTAL HELP
OF COURSE THEY’D LOVE TO SILENCE ME AND COMMIT ME. NEVER GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN IS TRUTH IS COMING OUT AND THERE’S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO TO STOP ME OR SHUT ME UP. READ THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. DON’T INFRINGE ON MY RIGHTS THEM SCREAM THAT I NEED MENTAL HELP. WHAT I NEED IS A TEAM TO EXTRACT THE DATA OUT OF MY HOME AND ALL 50 SOMETHING DEVICES THAT HAVE BEEN FOUND IN MY HOME AND MY HUSBAND’S MOTHER’S HOUSE AND HIS TRUCK. OH AND GOOD DETECTIVE WORK BY MYSELF WHO TRUSTED MYSELF AND BELIEVED IN MYSELF WHEN I GOT THROWN TO THE WOLVES WITH NO FOOD NO MEDICATION NO NOTHING BUT A WILL TO MAKE SURE THE WHOLE STORY IS OUT THERE IN RESPONSE TO THAT SLANDEROUS DEFAMING FALSE AND VICIOUS BLOG THAT MAKES THEM ACCOMPLICES TO ATTEMPTED MURDER WITH SERIOUS INJURY DUE TO THE PREMEDITATED COMMENTS AND EMAILS AND TEXT THAT I AM NOW IN POSSESSION OF EVERYTHING TO PROVE IT ALL!! HOW AWFUL SOMEONE MUST FEEL ABOUT THEMSELVES KNOWING THEY PARTOOK IN THIS SHIT AND THEY ALLOWED IT….