*This story was sent to Sally about two weeks ago. And since we all know she is blogging her way through Europe, she sent me a few links with the order; “check it out”.
So I did.
This is a three-part series, buckle up. This one can go either way.
With each blog post the story becomes more unbelievable. I did not concoct this story, I’m merely telling you what has happened, what she has shared since the tragedy in July.
Don’t shoot the messenger.
And, as all great mysteries go, they start in a small County in Kentucky, with a GOFUNDME…
Have a look at this. A single-wide in Kentucky.
Enter from center stage Christen Tarvin Henry
A fire breaks out — you and your husband survive with minor injuries, your youngest (3) dies in the fire, your middle child (4) dies at the hospital shortly after, your oldest child (7) dies soon after surgery to amputate both legs and arms because she was burned so badly.
Horrifying, I know. All 3 of her children basically — burned to death.
The fire happened on July 6th of this year. Four months, two days ago today.
How soon do you move on? I mean really move on? I mean, I got myself a new puppy and we are going on a road trip to Nashville move on?
Is three months too soon?
I have never personally had three of my children die a horrible death so I can’t say. But just sitting here thinking about my 6-year-old burning alive, I think MAYBE at the 3-month mark I can stop vomiting…MAYBE.
Don’t worry, that’s not the only fundraiser
You will be happy to know she has healed enough to share on her FACEBOOK page every fundraiser and has even announced when they will be attending said fundraisers . . . you know, like celebrities.
I guess when you believe in God you get to hit the fast-forward button through grief, and that God money sure does soften the blow of losing your only children in an unimaginable tragedy.
Now before you jump my shit, watch this.
At least she still has a sense of humor. At this point, it was only 20 days after her home burned to the ground and two of her three children had succumbed to the most horrific and unimaginable injuries imaginable. So she is well into the second stage of grief –mocking.
It’s never too soon to have a smiling picture of you and all your friends . . . at your children’s FUNERAL!
Three and a half months after the fire, she’s pulled herself up by her apron strings and bravely went out for sushi in full drag.
Her supporters LOVE this shit, they eat it up and celebrate her faith in God. They love the fact that she is so strong that she can get up every day, slap on her makeup and jack her hair to Jesus.
“Looking good” is the 3rd stage of grief.
“Enough!” you say, she has lost her children! . . . ALL people process grief differently.
Do they celebrate with a selfie with the grieving grandparents? 45 days after the fire?
These are the smiles of true believers . . . true believers with a winning lottery ticket.
You see, based on her outward appearance, she has her life together. But, she lived in a shitty run down trailer on her husband’s parent’s property. The marriage was rumored to be failed. There was CPS involvement, stories of “church sex” with other men, (gotta love those testimonies in front of the parishioners), and doxing people that call her out about her spending habits from the fundraisers. But believers are gonna do what believers do –and that’s believe whatever bullshit you feed them. Even though all the evidence of you being a heartless beast is laid out in front of them.
The cold hard fact Christin, is you look sketchy as fuck. This whole situation is sketchy as fuck.
And I’m nowhere near done with you.
Happy Birthday, party’s over.