A few of you have asked if there’s more to tell, or if I am finished. Honestly, with Sarah I think there will always be more to tell. Every week I get contacted by someone thats encountered one of Sarahs personas online, in a few cases these people are quite distressed. Certainly I have many more video captures of Sarah the dying Princess, the pro surfer, and the rape victim that I could share, many more stories of all the wonderful things she has done for people around the world, putting people thru university, buying them houses and cars etc. I could share more of my personal story, and just how much damage Sarahs pointless manipulation caused, and how much worse it could have been. For now though, those stories will remain untold, perhaps another time, another place.

Anon made this comment:

I guess the funny thing is, if Sarah was just her self and true, you probably would have liked her? Moral of the story, don’t be afraid to be yourself warts and all and honest.

Shit, I liked Sarah (actually I liked Molly) even when I knew she was full of shit. I thought I could see a fun loving, caring woman buried deep inside a deep case of bullshit, I thought I saw someone that had been hurt, and that lived a sad life, so it was not hard to forgive her for so much of the deceit. However, the lie about being raped and tortured, and the effort that went into the fake documentation to support this lie, and the ongoing reference to how much this had damaged her, destroyed all that fondness, empathy, compassion.

The moral of this story is not as the anon user suggests. The moral of this story is that there are people on this planet that whilst physically human, lack the core features of humanity, those that define the rest of us. Your conscience gives you the ability to love, sympathize, empathize. Without a conscience you are a shell of a person. The moral of this story is, there are some people on this planet that are not worthy of your love, compassion or time.

I would love Sarah to prove me wrong. Not for me, but for her son. Rather than continue denying the facts, continue to behave in the manner I have exposed, why not reach out to your son, give yourself a chance to repair things, and stop insulting his intelligence with your pathetic claims that I am making this up. HES NOT A FUCKIN IDIOT. By not fixing things with him, you only prove the point I am making, that you are not capable of love, because you would rather continue to deny, and continue to fuck with people, than make any sincere attempt to fix the most precious relationship of all, that of Mother and Child. 

There is one other person out there that may be able to encourage Sarah to reconsider the choices she makes, and that’s her best “friend” Kristen. I have not mentioned Kristen before because out of all Sarahs friends, Kristen is the only real one. Sarah used to tell me stories about Kristen, one of the most memorable was the time they went to the county fair together and Kristen (who loves fried foods) decided she would eat every single fried food item at the fair, only to spew up in the carpark on the way out. I am still trying to work out if Kirsten is Sarahs longest suffering victim, or whether its a relationship based on mutual need, or perhaps a partnership in crime.

Two crafty bitches they called themselves, possibly because of a mutual love of crafty type activities, or perhaps something more sinister. I often wondered how Sarah got access to all the medical equipment, how she attached the fake drips etc, and how the fuck she manages to update so many social media accounts at all times of the day. 

Anyway, Kristen I would urge you to consider your role in Sarahs life. If you are a victim its time to accept that and make a change. If you think you are helping a broken friend, you are not. Or, if your role in all of this is not simply a victim, you need to give some serious consideration to what happens next. History shows that people like Sarah inevitably come to a very sorry end. Perhaps she will end up in jail, or perhaps she will simply grow old, lonely and bitter, cursing the world for her misfortune. How will your story end Kristen?