Terri Elliott is so consumed in ruining my life that she threw her own son under the bus yesterday at her daughter's wedding to a man that had openly cheated on her daughter four times already. She's so consumed with nastiness and vengeance on people that she would rather see her own children miserable than see them with someone that could actually make them happy. Yesterday, Kristen got married and David and I found out that their mother (Terri) has been talking badly about us to Kristen's new in-laws because we took their cell phones away AFTER THEY BOTH DISRESPECTED US and had been refusing to watch her own grandchildren or have anything to do with them because it was always "TOO INCONVENIENT" for her. WE PAID FOR THAT CELL PHONE and WE PAID THE BILL FOR IT and NO WE AREN'T MARRIED. SO WHAT? WE LOVE EACH OTHER, BUT APPARENTLY THAT ISN'T ENOUGH FOR HER!!!!! She went off and told our business to the entire world, lying in the process to make us look bad, and spoke badly of her own son who works his ass off to take care of his family and his fiance (me) simply because she's having a menopausal rampage and midlife crisis.
Please everyone, listen to my story. My name is Christina Waters. I am 26 years old and have been in love with David for almost SIX YEARS NOW. I gave up my whole life in North Carolina, everything I knew, to be with him and start a family... and he took my daughter in as his own, no questions asked. I started going back to school for my bachelor's degree in 2012, shortly before giving birth to our son. I tried to be close with his family because I've always known that David and I shared a connection like no one else could.
The problems started when I was pregnant with our son and while we were on the hunt for our first house together. We just finished a bad lease with a horrible landlord and needed somewhere to stay while the bank paperwork was getting straightened out with a house we were interested in. We moved in with his parents (MISTAKE #1.)
I tried to tell David that his mother kept falling asleep and leaving me to watch the kids she was paid to watch, yet she would throw a fit when I was sick and needed her to watch our daughter while I layed down. Nobody listened. She started going in our room when we were away... Packing my things and our daughter's things up in boxes, yet leaving David's things alone... using the excuse "I only wanted to help!" Then making everyone mad at me when I had a complaint about anything she did.
Then one day, she had a nervous breakdown and called her sister to come beat me up because I verbally snapped at her for speaking badly to me (I was already stressed from the subtle bullying she had already started and the fact that we were trying to hide the fact I was pregnant to make a family announcement out of it.) Her mentally ill sister cornered my (then) two year old daughter and I on the bed in our room. The only thing standing between my daughter and Terri's sister, was me with an air rifle in my arms. My daughter was so scared that she was screaming and had peed so much that it went through her diaper onto the bed behind me. My clothes reeked of urine for the rest of the day as I panicked and started packing more of our things up as quickly as I could. I had to get out of there. We spent the rest of the day locked in the bedroom while I waited for my mother to pick us up and take us back to North Carolina that night.
When my mother arrived, Terri threw a big dramatic crying fit and started saying that she blamed herself. Everyone was hugging all over her and glaring at me as my mother, daughter, and I walked out the front door with our bags and boxes in hand. At the time, the only one who could see through her bullshit was my own mother.
Later on, I found out that Terri went through our mail while we were gone and read all of my journals that were still there packed away at her house. She blamed our issues on my "raging pregnant hormones." Yet, she found out from my letters and journal entries that I was pregnant, and then proceeded to tell the entire family without our permission. She blew up the announcement I wanted to make and ruined everything.
As if that was bad enough, she wouldn't even throw us a baby shower. I was reduced to starting a registry online and hoping that my family would send something to us because she refused to share our registry information with David's side of the family. With luck, my great aunt sent a nursing pillow and a few other things we desperately needed. My insurance came through and paid for a brand new breast pump and I recycled my daughter's old crib to use as our son's crib.
All of this was going on as we were moving into a new house and trying to fix electrical issues, plumbing issues, tearing up carpet, etc...
Things only got worse. While pregnant with my son, I was sent to genetic counseling and diagnosed with a rare genetic connective tissue disorder called Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. My type is hypermobility, which is the only type matching up to my medical history of numerous dislocations and subluxes with the early onset of a (really nasty and severe) form of osteoarthritis and spinal issues. Terri began bullying me based off of that. I was forced to seek the help of a therapist. In the mean time, Terri began telling everyone that I was taking pills all of the time (I heard it directly through other people she had told.)
After having my son, I saw the therapist more often because my daughter was coming home with unexplained bruises and I couldn't talk to anyone about what I was seeing because nobody else saw it as being that. It took a few months after my son was born... I had Terri watch the kids so that I could finish my final exam for a networking course and I got the phone call. My daughter's hand had been "accidentally" slammed in the van door while they were getting ready to go somewhere. I threw a fit because I knew it wasn't an accident. She purposely didn't put my daughter in her car seat and my daughter admitted later that day that Terri hadn't been putting her seat belt on her at all when they were going places. If she had been in her car seat, where she was supposed to be before the door shut, her hand would not have been in or near the door to begin with.
I would invite the whole family over to eat spaghetti and Terri would bring her own food, complaining that I made spaghetti spicy, or she wouldn't eat it at all. I tried to be nice because I knew she didn't like to cook, so I would cook for them. David's dad had no issues with me cooking and always seemed appreciative because they never had to go out to eat EVERY SINGLE DAY. Then I would get phone calls the next day about how she had a gout attack and she was in so much pain... well, she shouldn't have eaten seafood before coming to my house and should have not thrown a childish fit over not being able to go out to eat.
Sometime later, she began the personal attacks again. It started one thing after another. She would go out to eat and tell the people at these places where she was a regular how "lazy I was" or how "much medicine I was taking" or that I was "on drugs." I began getting dirty looks and wondered why until one of the waitresses at the Cracker Barrel nearby pulled me aside one day as I was headed to the ladies room. So I started pushing back. I told the waitress to tell her coworkers that she doesn't like doing dishes, she doesn't know how to cook, and she always eats out because she doesn't know any better and blames her issues on everyone else. Of course, I get attacked verbally and directly through Terri and she tells her son and her husband. I'm seen as the bad person because I pushed back defending myself when nothing I said was anywhere near as bad as the things she spoke of me.
I've been seeing a psychologist for a little over two years now. Since then, Terri has spoken so many other nasty things about me. David and I make it a point to make decisions together, so when his sister announced she was getting married (less than two months before she actually tied the knot), we decided to drop her off our cell phone plan. She's a big girl, she's 19 and she's out of school. She can get a job and pay for her own phone or have her husband do it.
We wanted to take the phone back because we weren't done paying it off yet and we were going to cut off service and sell it to offset costs. I had told Terri beforehand that we wanted Kristen's phone, why we wanted it, and that it was going to get cut off. Instead, I get screamed at by her saying how it "isn't fair" that we are taking Kristen's phone. Well, Kristen is an adult, she doesn't pay for her phone, she doesn't do anything in return for her phone, so we are doing nothing but enabling her. If she's getting married, she can get on her husband's plan. Terri fussed at me over the phone about it and I emphasized that we would be at her house to pick the phone up at 5:50 p.m. that evening. Terri said that she would be there.
After hanging up the phone with Terri, she called David to try and overstep me, knowing that we make decisions together. He told her the same thing that I did and the exact same time that we would be there to get it. When we got there at 5:50, she had packed everyone up in the van and left the house (phones and all). Get this, we paid for Terri's phone for FOUR WHOLE YEARS without any help from her. So, we decided to cut both of them off, Terri and Kristen. If they both wanted to be disrespectful to us and our relationship, we were going to cut them both off and sell both of the phones to offset the cost.
Yet, I'm such a bad person?
Let me go back to the "drug abuse" claim that she threw at me and told everyone under the sun. I take medications, YES.
Here's my list of medications and reasons for taking them:
Women's multivite - It's healthy for me.
1000 mg Vitamin C - I have sinus and allergy issues and like to stay on top of my immune system.
Magnesium 500mg - I have migraines and this supplement reduces the amount and severity.
Lexapro 20mg - I have depression due to a long history of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and a dysfunctional family growing up.
Imitrex 100mg - As needed for migraines (I only take once or twice a month now.)
Cranberry pills - To help with urinary health (really? do I have to explain that?!?!?!!)
Celebrex 400mg daily, recently reduced to 200mg daily due to finding other pain management solutions - I have severe osteoarthritis in my knees, hips, lower back, shoulders, hands, and elbows (NO CARTILAGE AT ALL IN ONE ELBOW).
QVAR 40mcg Inhaler - I have asthma, this is my daily inhaler.
ProAir HFA Inhaler - Emergency Asthma Inhaler.
Zyrtec 20mg daily - Because I have such severe asthma and allergy issues.
and now, recently, I have taken Norco 5-325mg because I had a tooth who's filling fell out and fell apart on me (VERY PAINFUL), yet I disposed of what was left of the bottle after the doctor pulled the tooth and I recovered. No, I did not use it all. I never have and never will have a drug problem, because I have seen what drugs can do to people and their families... I'M NOT STUPID.
She goes and tells people that I'm lazy and fat. Well, I'm overweight because I can't exercise but so much. No, I don't always eat healthy, but I have been on a HIGH salt diet since high school to keep from having drop attacks when my blood pressure drops (it drops when I stand up), part of having tachycardia, orthostatic hypotension, and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome diagnoses... all genetic and related to my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. My own health insurance company is pushing to help me get disability, yet my future mother in-law calls me fat and lazy to everyone she knows.
I would rather be overweight and deal with it, than fall out in the floor every 5 minutes simply because I stood up and my blood pressure dropped instantaneously. A lot of my weight is due to water retention on a high salt diet. My body gains a LOT of water weight. If I was to take any form of women's birth control supplements or shots right now, I would gain 60 pounds JUST in water weight in less than three months. I did it before, and it took a toll on me, but I didn't look nearly as heavy as I was and I don't look nearly as heavy as I am now. I am 5 feet 7 inches tall and I weigh 230 pounds. Who the hell cares? It's not her damn body, it's mine, and her son loves me the way I am!
I can only take so much verbal and emotional abuse and bullying before I break. I'm no different than her son or anyone else. David came home at lunch time crying this afternoon because of what his mother did yesterday. She purposely talked trash to everyone who was attending the wedding and then invited us, putting us right in front of a theoretical firing squad. The only thing I could say to him after so long of dealing with it (because I knew she would eventually take it out on him), was "JOIN THE DAMN CLUB" and I hugged him. But I knew better than that and he didn't think she was capable of doing something so heartless, until he walked in on it. I was just as nice as could be at the wedding reception yesterday and it pissed her off more than anything. I never realized how horrible she really could get, until she utilized her own daughter's wedding to get back at me (the mother of her only grandchildren) and threw her own 30 year old son under the bus with me in the process. I CALL SPEED BUMP!!!
Women like Terri Elliott are the reason people commit suicide all of the time.
Terri Elliott is a BULLY.
MY REASON TO LIVE IS FOR MY KIDS, MY FIANCE, MY FAMILY.
HER REASON TO LIVE IS TO MAKE EVERYONE MORE MISERABLE THAN HERSELF.
I used to think it was a control thing, but after this weekend... I honestly think that I now know the definition of a bully... HER.
This just sums up what she has done to tear her own family (and ours'!) apart. There will be more to come, because we have yet to go into a thorough investigation into everything on my side of the story.
The point is, I shouldn't have to explain myself to everyone. People shouldn't be such spiteful assholes all of the time, but I also shouldn't have to put up with them being that way either when they are. I am explaining myself. I am defending myself. I don't care if it makes her look bad anymore or makes me look bad, or anyone else. I'm doing this because it is therapeutic... to get things off of my shoulders.
I grew up in a part of North Carolina where if you didn't tell the truth, people were going to find out eventually anyways. I have nothing to hide about my "personal" life because it isn't personal anymore, especially after his mother told everyone everything anyways. It doesn't matter, but I'm not having her get away with it without a fight. I will go on and tell my side of the story and how I survived this FUTURE MONSTER IN-LAW of mine... and I will LOVE and LIVE and PLAY and LEARN just as much as my children do every single day, because I can and Terri Elliott can't make me do otherwise.
I love you David, always and forever. We will get through this together. XOXO
