Talk:Psycho Mom Divorces Husband/@comment-25424693-20151128002604

Well, it's about high time that Theresa finally leaves that chromedome dirtbag Jeffrey Ridgway, Senor Tight-Ass forever. I had a similar thing happen with me, uh, not similar to this situation but I remember when my Texas mother, Mrs. Christine Anne-Marie Nastoupil Hartley Harvey, 52 years old for being born on March 12 of 1963  and my biological dad from Alabama, Mr. Albert Eric Hartley, 55 years old for being born on December 2 of 1960 were fighting in Apartment 28 of the Formosa Apartments sometime in the '90s when I was playing a difficult game of Super Mario Bros. 3 when some tontoish enemy killed Mario when I didn't press a controller button just in time and I was angry and cried about the game to Daddy Albert but he was screaming at me that he was on the phone with someone I don't even know or hear of and I followed my daddy into his and Mother's room in order for me to consolate her but he said to me, "Eric, quit following me around and copying me." I admit that I was fighting with myself when they were fighting with themselves but I did not copy my fathers in what they did to my mother but I was fighting with my own self also.

Anyways, Jesse Tyler Ridgway, that was the year that you were born, 1992. In 1993 when we lived in the blue and white house next to a friend named Ophelia Somebody (don't remember the last name but I remember her.). That Christmas, my daddy Albert and my mother were fighting one another (with me caught-in-the-middle along with my sister, Theresa Dawn Hartley, 24 years old for being born on January 4 of 1991.) when my dad slapped my mother so hard I wanted to defend my mother but I was squeezed on the lower back so hard I cried until he was away from us. At that time, I was also fighting and slapping my own damn self when Mother tells me not to do that just because Albert did that shit to her.

That was the year, Jesse Tyler Ridgway, when you turned just one year old, 1993. Two years later, Jesse Tyler Ridgway, when we were living on 814 North Wells Street next to a convienience store and the local McDonald's in 1995, my father and my mother had CryFest '95 in the living room of the house and I was in my room watching Power Rangers, Real Stories of the Highway Patrol and some other good and lovely shows that were on in the '90s and we have been going to Mississippi and Alabama from Texas and back ever since those times but with loving and open arms again.

After everything that transpired with my biological dad and my mother, everytrhing was as nice and rosey as Eden and everybody and I lived happily ever after. The End! MichaelJacksonFan4Life (talk) 00:26, November 28, 2015 (UTC)