Ugh, I hate to say I told you so...(actually that's a lie, I LOVE saying it!)
This has been planned from at least Friday, possibly before.
She wants more money and there are zero work offers coming in
She sets up shiny happy tits out photos and schmaltzy photo with SB when he comes for his weekly visit. She knows her behaviour will be called into question over the next couple of days/weeks and she will have these as weapons to pull out when confronted. (I am a good mother etc etc)
Kid goes home.
She tweets through the night about 'burnout' because she's googled it and realised it is quite hard to disprove as symptoms are so varied
Instead of saying 'I'm not well, I'm taking time off' (or indeed nothing at all) she mopes on SM, stirring up the schmucks. They all empathise.
She, now in full swing of her one woman pity party, starts on the SHE LEFT and now I'm poor bullshit.
Slowly but surely the tip jar/Patreon gets filled up until she's reached her target (my guess is Louisa's shortfall in the rent)
Goes to Dr, real or not, and returns with 'diagnosis' which, coincidentally, means she is unable to work.
She's managed to convince however many people into paying her rent and receiving nothing in return.
It is genius. I mean it is completely and utterly evil, but genius none the less.
