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The legs are insanity. We all know that’s not her legs. What is up with her filtering her legs so intensely? How embarrassing.
She is delusional. You know her “friends” see her follower counts and wonder the same.
100% that was sarcasm on my part. I have a lot of documentation and podcast clips showing her bullshittery.
She has Disney trips to pay for, and she’s still overcoming her straight eyelash trauma-we should probably start a gofundme.
He had to dress up like Eagles Kelcw for her birthday. Another time ordered him the same flip-flop/thong sandals as Kelce. When she opened them, he said, “Yeah, but you know I don’t like things between my toes.” Sarah said, “You’ll adjust.” Checks out with her feelings about consent being annoying because “I just want him to do what I want him to do- nobody else can do it” when referencing her fantasy of him breastfeeding from her (she called it adult nursing relationships and said he said no)
Cue the reel in front of the castle, some fireworks, saying yes, having kids years apart, her Disney cure-all for mental illness, and ads for her grocery delivery, trip planned, and affiliate links for character-themed atrocities. Oh, and their special character-themed restaurant reservations that she planned and budgeted for with her scrappy thrifting skills.
Don’t forget, Sarah was so poor in her first marriage she had to eat chicken ribs, and she has PTSD from it. Meanwhile, she went to Disney AT LEAST once a year, and her single mom bullshit?! She still went to Disney and also went by herself as well. Her story with “when J was a toddler was the first time Tinkerbell visited us in a store” was J groveling for more chicken ribs, Oliver style? Her little wooden bowl and saying, “Please, sir, can I have some more??”
She confuses shopping addiction with happiness. She doesn’t know joy or contentment, and I’ll venture to say love, without spending money.