February 10th

For close to a decade, I lived in the shadows of a meticulously woven deception. I shared my life, my home, and my dreams with a man who was not at all who he claimed to be—a psychotic narcissist, a serial cheater, and a pathological liar of the worst kind. What I thought was love, what I believed to be a partnership built on trust, was nothing more than a well-crafted illusion.

I remember the first time I met him, drawn in by his charm, his charisma, the effortless way he commanded attention. He spun elaborate tales of his past—stories of honor, bravery, and sacrifice. He painted himself as a hero, a man who had endured hardships beyond imagination, and I, believing in the sincerity of his words, never once thought to question them. How could I have known that everything he said was a lie? That his very identity was a fabricated masterpiece of manipulation?

Over the years, the cracks began to show. Strange inconsistencies, moments where his stories didn’t quite add up, and whispers of doubt that I tried to silence. But it wasn’t until I uncovered the full extent of his deception that my world truly shattered. The man I had built a life with wasn’t just dishonest—he was a con artist of the highest order. And when the truth finally surfaced, when I realized that every moment, every word, every touch had been tainted by deceit, the pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Three years. That’s how long I’ve spent unraveling the wreckage, trying to piece myself back together after years of relentless mental, emotional, financial, legal and psychological abuse. Three years of learning to separate truth from fiction, to trust my own intuition again, and to redefine what love and honesty should look like. Separating from My Biggest Regret has meant living in a constant state of doubt and suspicion, questioning my sanity, my safety and everything I once believed to be real. But amidst the chaos, I have found strength.

Strength in facing the truth. Strength in refusing to let his lies define me. Strength in choosing myself.

But the damage he left behind extends beyond me.

He didn’t just manipulate me—he manipulated my child. He raised a child as his own, a child who trusted him, who loved him, who looked up to him. And just as effortlessly as he spun his lies, he unraveled that love, abandoning them without a second thought. He inflicted deep emotional wounds, using manipulation and mental abuse to break the spirit of an innocent soul. The cruelty of a man who could so easily discard a child speaks volumes about the depth of his depravity. And for that, more than anything, I will never forgive him.

Today, he stands before a judge, finally answering for his crimes—fraud, theft, the very things that have always been at the core of who he is. And as he faces his karma, I feel the weight of a thousand emotions crashing over me. Anger. Sadness. Vindication. Restlessness.

It is my understanding that a representative from Stolen Valor, perhaps even someone from NDHQ, will be in attendance. That knowledge alone feels like poetic justice. The walls he so carefully built around his deception are crumbling, and for the first time, the world will see him for who he truly is.

And I? I will not be there to witness it.

Not because I don’t want to be, but because I no longer need to be.

His reckoning is not mine to carry. His consequences are his own.

I have spent enough of my life entangled in his lies, suffocated by the weight of his deception. Today, while he stands before the court, I will be here—living, healing, moving forward.

And as this chapter officially closes, I will do the one thing I have been waiting for all this time.

I will burn the book.

The truth is here and it has finally set me free! 

🫰❣️🫖 JRT

https://www.stolenvalour.ca/2018/09/03/sean-baldacchin-canadas-most-decorated-un-soldier/?fbclid=IwAR1v3PzMS2hNxZWzLNWrHLDcsEkDHre4t0YjJi_af3i5kTOVI-0VOsVbSPw 

UPDATE: (Feb 11, 2025)

Courtesy of PUBLIC COURT RECORD...

I was able to find out that his charges have been moved from Provincial Criminal court to Superior Federal court...first appearance isn't until June. 

I was also able to confirm (with the courts & someone who attended) that it was NOT transferred for a jury hearing, it will be heard on a Federal level by a judge only, AND the Crown is seeking 5-10 years! 🎉🎉❤️

This is what karma looks like!  

🫰❣️🫖