Oh sweetheart… I really hoped we wouldn’t have to... do this. Especially on Thanksgiving Eve. But since you’ve decided to publicly rewrite history with your little meltdown today, buckle up. We’re taking a field trip into the saga of one of the many bargain-bin ratchets my ex cheated on me with. Let’s begin. Back in May, YOU Chelsea slid into my Facebook messages out of nowhere (Screen Recording 1), foaming at the mouth because you thought I sent you a friend request. I have over 2,000 pending requests. If I accidentally tapped yours while scrolling, congratulations on the high point of your decade. Your hostile meltdown over a friend request was… honestly, a medical red flag. So I blocked you. Naturally, you slithered over to Twitter next (Screen Recording 2) because you were blocked on Facebook. At this point I’m thinking, “Why is this woman obsessed with me over a friend request?” I’d asked my friends if they knew you, they had no clue. I asked Aidan if he knew who you were. Aidan told me you were just a fan, a nobody. I asked why you’d send me these weird messages, “He has a lot of crazy fans and gets tons of crazy messages,” he said. And wow, did you prove that correct. I blocked you there too. End of story… until it wasn’t. Fast forward to June 18. I discovered you were sexting Aidan in April during a break we had. Gross, but whatever. We stayed together a bit longer before officially breaking up in July. A week later, an account magically appears: Mere’s Diary. Posting vomit about me and the breakup, a breakup nobody knew about yet. And who was this brand-new hate account tagging? Your tiny burner account. The one with no followers. That nobody else could possibly know existed. What an incredible coincidence. Almost miraculous. And like divine intervention, the account vanished the second it was brought to Aidan’s attention. Shocking. Fast-forward to today, I finish work, and here you are– proudly teaming up with the Ratchet Voldemort Squad, posting random screenshots, private conversations, and whatever scraps Aidan tossed you to weaponize against me. Cute hobby. And the icing? I checked my spam folder and found more messages from you on 11/6/25 at 4:04 AM (Screen Recording 3), threatening to “be your worst fucking nightmare.” You know what’s really scary? Your sleep schedule. Yet somehow I’m the one being accused of stalking YOU? Girl. You can’t even lie convincingly. Let’s talk about these “unknown calls”: Let’s see actual proof you received them, because you should absolutely be contacting police if someone is allegedly calling you thousands of times. Way more effective than sending deranged 4am threats that sat in my spam folder til today. Show proof I had anything to do with them. Spoiler: you can’t. Because I didn’t. And because you’re lying. The extent of my communications with you is right here in the screen recordings. That’s it. That’s the whole story. Everything else is just your delusion dressed up as content. Let me recap this for the people in the back: • YOU messaged ME first, unprovoked. • YOU harassed me over a friend request I probably tapped by accident. • YOU made a fake account about me to tag YOURSELF with. • YOU have been switching accounts like it’s a buy-one-get-one special. • And now YOU are doing Aidan’s dirty work, because apparently you’re ratchet #3 in the rotation this week. I’ve never publicly discussed Aidan’s cheating because, unlike you, I have dignity. Despite all the one-sided screenshots that have leaked, painting a very inaccurate picture of a private relationship, I haven't shared any of his messages or fought back. But since one of the Dollar Tree side chicks is now trying to rewrite my life for clout, here we are. I hope people are starting to realize that I’m not the one instigating any of this as I’d really rather keep private things private. Almost like this little “Temu Storm” of gutter muppets is coordinated on behalf of someone who wants to paint himself as the victim. I offered to “take that walk” with the ratchet who eats paper and the ratchet who suddenly became beloved this week after faking rape for a year, but apparently they sent the understudy instead. Anyway, Chelsea—keep posting your random, context-free screenshots. Keep playing the victim. Keep pretending you’re being terrorized by someone who doesn’t even have your phone number. But before you claim 2,000 calls again, maybe — just maybe — show a single shred of proof. I’ll wait, bitch. PS-I feel like tonight is the perfect time to premiere Jess’s new video. Spoiler alert- it’ll be way better than the one Kate made.show more
