Chapter 10: Saints, Whores and Settlement Checks
July 2025: This chapter is not in its final form. It is just here for closure for the sake of the first 9 chapters.
Around the time the Killswitch was engaged, after Sean received the charges from the state, I met some missionaries from the Ladder Day Saints church. They introduced me to a bunch of people in my neighborhood who all went to their church. Unbeknownst to any of us at the time, these people were instrumental in extracting me from the situation I was in. They provided the framework, support and infrastructure for me to get out of Sean’s cultish abuse. When he tried to slander me to them, they were still incredibly supportive and never turned their backs on me. I realize many people report having been abused in churches (myself included in a different brand of church,) and many are critical of this particular church as being cultish. I did not ever experience that abuse with the people in this particular LDS community. I was accepted for who I am, dark, light, and colorful. But that’s a whole other chapter, in a different book.
The rest of this is kind of tying up people’s motives for provoking Sean’s untreated mental illness. The first six months with Sean were markedly different than the rest of the relationship. The turning point happens to be when Ghislane’s husband left her. That’s when Sean became violent with me, instead of only psychologically manipulating me to try and make me more sexual, and to make me want to be in a relationship with him. He is obviously responsible for his actions, and also, his baby mama’s both knew what they were doing. I know him so well, that, if I wanted to, I could have done exactly what they did, and I’d have been more successful. That’s the problem with not recognizing your own mental illness. You end up with patterns that can be exploited.
Ghislane actively tried to break us up, weaponizing his narcissistic injury and encouraging him to become abusive again. She would tell him she had evidence of me cheating, knowing he had raped her for cheating. And he, being a meth-fueled imbecile, believed her, despite knowing she’d lied in court, to the police to have him arrested, etc etc..
Giselle told him he needed to reconsider why he was with me, subtly reinforcing the same pressure. Both women said these things and implicitly told him he could not see his children if he were with me. Within weeks of my OOP against him, both asked him to buy them houses using his 3M settlement. I’m not joking. It’s so transparent.
They weren’t concerned for my safety, or their children’s. They saw an opportunity. They targeted his service-connected disability to try to provoke him into rage, ignored the violence they knew was happening, and treated him like an asset to extract from, not a threat to protect anyone from. This, despite the fact that both had previously leveraged his abuse to gain custody and contemptuously restrict his access to their kids.
Giselle very much enjoyed lording it over Sean’s head that he was not “legally allowed to even talk to them without her consent.” There’s just no reason to keep repeating that every time she asked for something and didn’t get it from him. I want to be clear that they followed such a pattern that I began to successfully predict when they would cause problems.
In the end, I suspect they googled the 3M settlement and saw headlines showing million-dollar payouts from Bellwether cases, which, at the time this was going on, were the only payouts that had happened. They thought they were in line for that kind of money.
And for that? They were willing to risk my life, expose their children to a possible pedophile, and known abuser, and pretend they hadn’t seen any of it. For that, those women did and said things they knew would enrage him, knowing he’d end up single, and go to them if he were single. Knowing they could bait him with visitation privileges. They provoked him in ways that could only have a violent outcome with a man like him.
Before these women involved themselves, I WAS being abused- there was the trance and repetition of “I am your wife,” etc, But the common denominator behind the most violent offenses against me was Sean’s untreated mental illness reacting to provocation from Ghislane and Giselle. Including him screaming their names at me while he was abusing me.
Let me point out a core contradiction that reveals the moral failure of the baby mamas here:
If they genuinely believed I was unstable or dangerous, then letting their children near a man who lived with me while blackmailing me for what they held against me during that time is inexcusable.
If they didn’t believe I was dangerous, then their performance of concern was just that: a manipulation for control, reputation, or money.
Either way, they prioritized financial gain, control of narrative, and superficial “virtue” over child safety. That’s not just hypocrisy. That’s weaponized perception management. And it mirrors cult-like behavior: protect the group’s appearance, punish the whistleblower, and reabsorb the abuser once he conforms to the party line.
I am RIGHTFULLY outraged. This is triangulation, projection, and financial self-interest that formed a closed circuit of harm which nearly killed me, and endangered and groomed three children for future harm and abuse. I’ve already seen how his oldest chose a shitty boyfriend that mirrored Sean’s relationship with her and his youngest was drawing six-penised figures in school at age six.
Ghislane was so upset with his decision to be with me again during the relapse in August of 2024 that she told him he would never see his son again. She messaged us both that we were going to jail, among other more vulgar things.
On my part, Sean was blackmailing me and threatening me again. Below, you can see him threatening me when he found out I had reported him for violating the OOP and stalking me. He’s such an infant. Like, he needs a job so his life doesn’t revolve around terrorizing people instead of behaving well.
You can also see my period tracker yelling at me for never entering my cycle until 14 minutes before the next one is supposed to start.
I had just been in another car accident (rear-ended in a hit-and-run, in May 2024) and had a major nerve injury in my neck that was literally causing me to forget who I was when my doctors would perform range-of-motion tests. This was a whole thing. The way that affected my cognition mimicked Sean’s cognitive resets and pisses me off to even think about. Fate has been cruel.
In that vulnerability, I ended up with Sean again by the end of July. That was the relapse. My approach was different, I did my best to educate him about the neurology of dissociation, and changed all the language we used around triggers to neurological and biological rather than psychological. It was less emotional that way, more clinical. He did well. I read studies with him and educated him- spent hours on this. The abuse was reduced from having been daily (before the OOP,) to once or twice a month during the relapse, literally always when one of his baby mama’s would reach out. It’s so stupid how obvious their involvement was, and he is so stupid for not creating a real boundary.
Below is a recording from June 2024, the first time I noticed the cognitive symptoms from the car accident. I was trying so hard to get back to normal, analyze myself, to sound normal. It’s hard to see that happen to me, and the way it affected the dissociative disorder I was already struggling with. It took me around fifteen minutes to get myself back online enough to be able to drive home. This would happen anytime I would keep my shoulders straight and turn my head left…which is really hard to stop yourself from doing. You don’t realize how much you look left until you aren’t supposed to look left anymore. This should give you an idea of my state of mind, and how I ended up back with Sean. You can also get a more clear idea of what it’s like to have multiple streams of consciousness with a dissociative disorder.
So, that was going on. Which Sean took advantage of.
This time around it was different. Sean reported Ghislane for identity theft, having found her address on an account he never opened that year. She subsequently called and threatened to kill me. This was another one of those eye-opening moments where she intended to cause terror, but her childlike, (probably drug-induced) threats made me pity her children and literally wonder if she had a severe psychological disorder beyond drug addiction and narcissism. She told me she was going to publish videos of me cutting myself and “i hope you die.” It was… it was like being threatened by an eight-year-old. Like when Sean would send harassing messages like “your children only tolerate you until they can move to a new location.” Like…are you… a demon?? Is this your first day? No one talks like that.
I obtained an injunction against harassment and Ghislane purposefully evaded service.
I felt incredibly sad for her teenage son, whom I knew had required intervention for being suicidal earlier that year. and I told her that. Like, this crap is why your kid needs help. Here is some other crap I found out she was doing the month she was threatening to kill me.. kidnapping her kids from one of their fathers. You never think you’re going to be associated with such trash, but it’s possible. These people are living in million dollar homes in the suburbs, working corporate jobs.
In July 2025, I began reviewing court records again after the state stopped sending updates about Sean’s case. I discovered he had accepted a plea deal. Guilty. Unsupervised probation.
It feels hollow, like what he did to me barely registered.
Around the same time, I looked into Ghislane’s cases and found that in April, two separate fathers of four of her children filed emergency orders to remove her custody and parenting time, both on the same day.
There’s a little bit of closure offered in the court recognizing that this woman is not good enough to be around the children after she spent two years trying to use one of them to get someone to abuse me to death so she could ask him to buy her a house (again.) It really cements the idea that she needed to villainize me to make herself appear to be a good mother.
Sean didn’t file anything about his son, which is its own kind of telling.
After agreeing to have us over, (and our subsequent six hour drive to see his daughters) Giselle demanded that Sean talk to his daughter’s about why he was with me since I was “disturbing.” When he agreed to, she told him he was “not legally allowed to talk to them without her consent.”
My guess is, she did not want her teenagers to find out she was conspiring with the woman who stole all of their birthday presents (Ghislane) and preventing their dad from seeing them, while trying to use access to them for financial gain (not for anyone’s safety.) So she provoked Sean to make it look like she was protecting her children, when in reality she was covering her ass.
That’s the most closure I’ve gotten. Giselle has to single parent and Ghilane had a bunch of kids taken away. That’s it. These three demon-noobs walking around in meat-suits do not care about the ongoing role they played in what was nearly the end of my life, or that I fought so hard for what was good for me, them, and their children.
If any of the three of you are ever reading this:
I don’t even think you deserve to be called shit.
Shit can come from a good person.
People used to examine the shit of monarchs, it had value.
Dung beetles thrive on shit. They build with it.
You can extract information from human shit.
But you?
You’re not even shit.
You are the conglomeration of a thousand people’s waste.
You’re not one person’s breakdown, you’re the run-off.
You’re what humanity collectively rejects on a biological level.
You are a tank of decomposing fecal matter.
You’re the stench in the air after Diddy’s Freakoffs.
And you chose to be.
Fuck you.
This concludes this era of the Hot American Cesspool story.