User carla68 on this site is a scammer indeed. The picture she has posted, in case no one recognizes it, is of actress Justine Bateman. The picture I have posted  is an actual picture of the woman who calls herself carla68. She is 5'9", weighs nearly 380 pounds and lives at 17 Fowler Circle Apt 10 in Greenville, South Carolina 29607. She works at Greenville Memorial Hospital in Greenville, SC 864-455-7000 in the pharmacy department. She is a sick bastard who exploited my father's addiction to drugs. She paid his way to America, blackmailed him and used his personal information to ruin his credit to the tune of more than $150,000 in credit card debt. She took out an insurance policy on him for over $250,000 and was planning to poison him. Thank God my mother (his ex-wife) rescued him. She is a bigoted, ugly fat bastard and I hate her and I want the world to know the truth. How do I know all this? She was my stepmother. Feel free to contact her and let her know you've read this. And you can find her on facebook in the friends list of Sheila Bigner, among others. Her name is Carla O'Sheal. Good luck Carla! And good luck world! Help me expose this piece of shit for what she is! Carla, I heard my father say...."Sorry I didn't have time to tell you I was gay before or after our financial arrangement, which could've never been termed a marriage... I was too busy fucking other women behind your back. You've always been so fat and ugly, you were very naive to expect anything else. But your dead father's money spent well, though. Mostly on nonsensical bullshit that is all in the past. A few cars; gone. A house, foreclosed on, credit card debt, for nothing, overindulgence in food = an early death. Vain and worthless trinkets; how many are left? And a "honeymoon" where I described the perfect ass, that was never yours. Remember? I'll bet you wish you'd acted sooner on the life insurance you had on me, which according to your pay stubs and the employee handbook obtained during discovery was around a quarter of a million, plus accidental? It's a shame. Oh well, that's what you get for trying to mail order a husband on AOL and screwing around with the first coke head you meet online that shoots you a money-making line of shit: me. I'd rather be the coke head that I am that be you. Your ego was always as big as the rest of you. If you'd like to go to court, let's go. Bring the statements from the bank accounts you didn't disclose on your financial declaration nor during discovery: the Relitz account, Columbus Bank & Trust, the Bank of America accounts and all the rest. Why don't you bring all of the statements from all the credit cards you fraudulently obtained in my name, along with the original applications? I can produce the records. I have nothing to hide. Would you like pictures of the inside of the house when you lived there to be published? How about tapes of some of your harangues? I still have fun with those. And I still have the letters you returned to Canada telling of the deaths of my father and sister, along with the one I intercepted from the postman telling of my mother's death, the one you refused so many times. I indulged your whining bullshit when your parents dropped dead, and you were too insecure to want me to find out when my family died? Rightfully so. Trying to decide if i still owe you one or should we call it even? Hmmm..I'll let her decide. She's the one I really owe something to. Now, why don't you take a good healthy dose of that shit you steal from the pharmacy and lie down and take along nap with your mother and father? And good luck with your taxes." I hate it when my father talks that way, especially when I have to translate it. It's very upsetting. And he also said: