Christina M Knutson Mosinee
So who is Chris Christina M Santos Knutson from Mosinee Wisconsin, and why does she deserve her very own blog on the World Wide Web?
Christina Knutson is a woman who decided sometime in 1996 that while she was married to William (Bill) J Knutson, she would sleep with my brother-in-law in Virginia City Nv. What a great pair they made and none of my business whatsoever. Still not my business when my BIL came out of the closet about that same time and moved in with a great guy. Who was Christina Knutson? I neither knew nor cared.
Ten years later, I was to find that Christina Knutson came into my life that year and stayed there for the next 7 years. She was the person who deemed it her right to sleep with my BIL that night, but not before she let my husband know at a casual dinner with the three of them that they should have a drink together sometime, and she was done with my BIL. Does HE know that? (By the way, my sweet brother-in-law did NOTHING wrong here. It was his older brother and his slut that are the whores.)
So Christina Knutson moved to Wisconsin with her husband and her two children that following year? The timeline is a bit hazy. My husband, being a horny bastard and looking out only for himself in those days, called this slut's parents and they actually gave him the information on how to contact their whore daughter! Long story short, they met in Fallon NV the next time she was in town? To see her parents? And from there, they began their sordid (not? Sorted? Like her friend Jeanine Svahlin quoted to me in a threat letter when I found out... HA! A threat letter to ME. Oh well, a slut needs slut friends to justify lies and deceit.)
The lies from my adulterous husband continued as his quest for empty sex with this lying whore continued.in 1997, when he told me he wanted a divorce but came crawling back three days later saying he had made a mistake, we planned a vow renewal ceremony. It was cancelled when he ran to Fallon to screw the slut. (Quick dinner... She follows him to his motel... The door is closed. They fall into bed. Like I said... SLUT.) But in 1998, we did that ceremony. Within a couple of months, he took Christina Knutson on MY honeymoon to Truckee, California. (Less than a month later, he took my daughter and I to Truckee to buy the expensive boots that he had spied while shopping with HER that day and wanted ME to have. Sick, isn't it?)
From there, Sacramento, CA. He took her to the same corner I take my children when we visit that town. The same hotel. He took her to the same movie theatre. Maybe he even sat in the same seats! Then Ontario CA, she flew in from Wisconsin on my dime. It was my birthday too. He gave me a brochure to Napa, and bought airline tickets for his whore. Where did she think he was getting all this money? The man had 3 children and a home and family. We were struggling to pay the bills. Did she ever ask or care that he was picking up the bill for her vacations? (Of course, he was such a whore then, the DAY he put her on the plane home, he slept with someone he had picked up during the meetings there in Ontario. Christina Knutson was a slut, but nothing special.) Then the adulterer flew to Madison to screw the pig only an hour from HER home. What is with these whoring bastards?
So Christina Knutson's husband William J Knutson DIED on July 30. She picked up the phone as soon as he was in the ground and within weeks she had her legs spread for my husband again. She so needed to get away I suppose. This time he picked her up in San Francisco and put her filth in my own family car. Puke. She sat where I sat and then I sat there again, unsuspecting that my car was now trashed by a whoring filthy slut. (The day this whole putrid story surfaced, that car left my home and I have never seen it again. Filth. We sold it for a pittance just to get it out of our lives because she TOUCHED it.) They drove a bit from SF and got a cheap motel in Half Moon Bay. A romantic little town, if you want it to be. My husband didn't want it to be. He was done with her. But, he fancied himself a gentleman back then. (Today he sees himself for the liar and cheat that he was and realizes that using the cat houses in Nevada would have been a lot cheaper, easier and just as satisfying as the married slut. Is that a comfort to me? A bit.) So he thought since her husband had died he? Should? See her one more time. I can't figure that one out. Apparently however, it wasn't the joyful reunion she had expected. He dumped her furry brown butt at the airport that day. She asked,? Am I going to see you again? He had the blank stare that I lived with for the 7 years she infiltrated my life with her nasty leathery skin. So no, she was done.
I found the last letter she wrote to him. It truly was pitiful.? If you want to write to me, my address is the same.? He didn't want to. Felt so little for her that he didn't even bother ripping up the card, but tossed it in a drawer of junk to get it off his desk at the firehouse. A generic birthday card, a note about how hard it always was to say goodbye. Mulu. Miss you, love you. A one sided sentiment.
So it is with Christina Knutson, executive director of the Central Wisconsin Board of Realtors — the spikey, hairsprayed helmet head with poor posture, cheap clothes, multitudes of stretch marks, bad breath and sarcastic attitude. Christina Knutson, the mother of two probably VERY wonderful children that she kicked in the face and pissed on, just like my husband did to me and my children every time he walked out of the house to play sex games with his brother's slut.
Here's the funny thing. When I wrote to her, she said? He told me you were separated and in an ugly divorce.? Excuse me... FOR SEVEN YEARS? What idiot would believe that? He never told her that. She lied. And even funnier... She led my husband to believe that she never talked to his brother any more. When in fact, I found out that even 5 years into their affair, she was having dinner with my brother-in-law and his wonderful new friend. And then what? I don't know. I do know that my husband trusted her and even with her history, took his condom off and brought home the filth from this woman for years. (And if you are having dinner with an old friend whose brother you are sleeping with, wouldn't you just ask,? How is that divorce coming with your brother and his wife? Brother-in-law would have told her that we lived together and never missed a family get-together or holiday. Now wouldn't that have been a clue to a fairly intelligent human? So... Proof... It was all lies. (or... She is ignorant along with everything else.)
So why does Christina Knutson have a blog of her own?
Because if her husband William had not died, I would have contacted him long ago and informed him of the slut he was living with and been done with it. However, that was not the case. She has a very supportive friend (who can't spell) who was her alibi when her pants were down. Other than that, nobody knows who she really is. She answers to nobody.
Everyone knows who my husband is now. He is ashamed and remorseful and every day of his life is consumed with making ammends to me, his children, his family and his friends. He lied and deceived so many in his quest for sex. Christina Knutson was not the only one, he was even sleeping with others along the way. When he dumped her, I believe he had another waiting in the wings. I talked to most of them, but nothing too serious. One slut (Sara Jane McCoy Haga Kimberley) slept with him before, during and after his affair with chrispigfishho. The man was a pig. They had a lot in common, these women and he.
But Christina Knutson? She told my husband she was divorced, but moved with her kids and her husband to Wisconsin. If she truly was divorced, why did she write the obituary for her husband saying he was survived by his WIFE and had married said Christina Marie Santos in Lake Tahoe in 1980? Pray tell? Does the insurance company know that they paid off a lying divorcee? Not a widow? Ah, the lies.
Do you know Christina Knutson? Do you work with her?
If you are a married woman, keep your husband away from her. She has no morals or values when it comes to destroying another woman's life. She thinks nothing of commitments, marriage and the unity of family. You have children? No matter to her. She wrote me a note a while ago.in it, she called me a? Pathetic psychotic SNATCH!? Lol! Just the sort of language I would expect from a slut that grew up in Fallon, NV.
In the next line she said... And I quote? I DON'T CARE. I NEVER CARED.?
So there you have it. One month she is telling me? I'm not a heartless slut? And the next she is screaming from the rooftops that she certainly is!
If you are a married man and this slut comes on to you, please reconsider. The devastation to your marriage, trust, your wife, your children and the family is irreperable. It is not worth it. She is used, disgusting trash.
Something my husband says that he thought as he unzipped his pants and spread her legs...? What my wife and children don't know, won't hurt them.?
He does not believe that ridiculous, selfish statement today. His guilt and shame is immense. He will never be the same man that looked twice at that slut... Any of those sluts. I could have forgiven a short lived affair, but what this woman did to my life has forever left a sick impression.
I hate that I give this woman one second of my time. I love that my husband hates her dark illicit memory. She keeps allowing pictures of herself to posted on the internet. It was kind of funny when he looked at the last one and said? She's aged.?
Made my day.
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