Diary of Cheryl Gendreau: Written in the the sociopath’s words:My name is Cheryl Gendreau. I live in Gresham, Oregon. I grew up poor in Kansas City, Missouri and hated my mother for making us be poor. I asked my mother for a camera one year for Christmas and she didn’t get me one, so I grew in my narcissistic rage. I got one eventually, but it was too late. How dare she not get me a camera. I’m meant to be a famous photographer!!! I was in my first apartment with Joe Gendreau and he showed up late one night with his buddies and a girl in the car, and ever since that night I never forgot that. I know how to hold a grudge. I will just marry him and one day will get the inheritance money from his pseudo-rich parents that I hate. When Joe’s mother died, I said “Good! I’m glad she’s dead!”. My son Cameron heard it, but he is my designated golden child, so he won’t tell on me. I named my daughter Kyra for the first year of her life, but secretly changed it after one year to Ashleigh because I’m narcissistic and selfish and I can do that. I dyed my 2 year old daughter Ashleigh’s hair blonde so people will say that she looks like me and not Joe. I pierced her ears as a baby because my kids have to look good and make me look good. As a toddler, I left Ashleigh with several random babysitter’s because I’m selfish and I didn’t want to be a mother for real, just a “good mother” by appearances so I can get accolades and ego supply, so Ashleigh got sexually assaulted by uncles and cousins and I let it happen. I gossiped and talked on the phone for hours every day, as part of my social engineering scheme which is continual. I bullied and made fun of Ashleigh’s cousins and taught Ashleigh how to make fun of them too. If she didn’t make fun of them, then she would be against me and if anyone is against me or forgets to get me a birthday card one year, there will be hell to pay. I broke Ashleigh’s boundaries by reading her diary and listened on phone calls. She spent the night at boy’s houses and was promiscuous because I made life a living hell at home. Joe was always off working and when he was home, he was in a rage and would take out his frustrations on Ashleigh and hit her, call her a bitch, and throw her across the room. Other times he just ignored and watched wrestling like those selfish parents on Matilda. I had no patience and couldn’t teach Ashleigh anything, I would just yell or speak with fists. I smoke and drink cheap beer. Joe has secret pornography with chains and whips. I hooked up with guy in cowboy hat secretly. I took out my damaged psyche out on my daughter every Christmas by giving her a camera, the gift I never got. She never asked for one, but who cares. If she is famous photographer that will make ME look good. And I’m superior than any of my relatives. I told Ashleigh how Terri would complain to me about her pussy smelling bad. I told secrets about people and continued triangulating and social engineering. Jenny Snyder was perfect for a flying monkey, just stupid enough to believe all my lies so I have to keep her around. I told Ashleigh that Doris is a controlling bitch and to not trust her. I forced Ashleigh to have an abortion as a teen and I force fed her Zoloft lying to the therapist and not telling anyone about the secret pills that I actually take. But I have to appear perfect to everyone else. Ashleigh will be my scapegoat. When Ashleigh started to expose the truth about me, I couldn’t have that so I had to discredit and destroy Ashleigh in every way I could. I kidnapped her son and threw him away like trash to the next willing foster family who wants to make free money every month just to hole a child up in a room and pretend to take care of them. I am going to hell now and am eternally condemned for what I did. But I am the devil, so I don’t care.