On December 15, 2019, decorated and well liked Milford Firefighter Patrick Evans took his own life.
After he died we received dozens and dozens and dozens of people messaging us about this story, but chose not to write about it until now because it was borderline, and you’ll see why.
This is Patrick and his wife Nicki.
That was before the weight loss surgery of course.
Immediately after he died there were some pissed off people from Milford calling us, including members of the fire department. Ya see, she had a bad habit of cheating on him. He had to get mental help the first time it happened in 2014 when he posted this on Facebook.
She’s currently got a profile up on a website about cheaters.
She cheats on her husband and ex-husband with firefighters and cops IN MILFORD??? That’s pretty low. Pretty serious allegation, but certainly not evidence. But I’ll tell you what is evidence – a post made my a Milford firefighter three years ago on his Facebook page who she was banging. Note Patrick’s comment underneath.
“Brothers don’t cheat with other brothers wives behind their back. Thanks for ruining a family.”
The post was taken down a while ago but the Internet is forever.
Multiple friends of his have relayed this story about an incident at a Bruins game.
I asked about this on a Milford Facebook group back when it happened, but didn’t mention anything about infidelity.
I just wanted to know why the state police were investigation. I was summarily destroyed by people telling me that it was none of my business. One of those guys who told me to shut the fuck up was the same guy who was banging his wife and posted that image above.
Everyone in the Milford area was talking about this story. It was really tragic because this guy was a GREAT dude and he left three kids behind 10 days before Christmas. But they were also talking about it because everyone in town knew who the first responder pass around was.
But was it blogworthy? I debated this with Bristol and others. I thought it was, they thought it wasn’t because if we start doing a blog about cheaters we’re kind of jumping into personal shit we don’t know anything about. They also pointed out that ultimately he made the choice to kill himself. Fair enough. But my question, which I posed on Facebook, was why was Michelle Carter sitting in a jail cell for sending text messages, but this chick can drive her husband insane by fucking half of his “brothers” (and she was banging a Milford cop at the time) to the point that he takes his own life?
There was a lot of debate about this topic. To me, the Michelle Carter case opened this bag of worms, and it’s why I opposed her guilty finding. If you say that another person can cause a suicide, where does that line end? This woman knew her husband was troubled. She knew he had seen things on the job that might’ve played a part in his mental state. She knew that cheating on him with people he had to work with every day would drive him nuts. And she just kept doing it anyway, and now he’s dead.
His wake was very controversial too. Unlike most firefighters he was not put in the casket in his uniform. She played Lizzo on repeat. I shit you not. Lizzo. At a God damn wake.
The song choice? Truth Hurts. The tale of a morbidly obese woman who couldn’t be tied down to one man. Sounds familiar.
Oh, and the whole, “fitness mom” thing. She lost that overnight. Ya know, because of “fitness”
But I didn’t write about it. It was too borderline. Even after I messaged her and she looked a million times worse:
I might’ve seemed like a dick for messaging a woman just a few days after her husband died, but she was already posting pictures of herself out partying, just like she always does.
This was two weeks after he died.
She’s also collecting his pension, and she’ll be financially set for life now.
But what makes this even more despicable is all the attention she’s been getting off of this, while pretending to be a grieving widow.
Luckily he had taken care of all the Christmas shopping before he passed, so she got plenty of bling from Santa.
Here’s her first Facebook post a couple days after he died.
Are you fucking kidding me?
“He did what he had to do, and at the time what he thought what was best for our kids.”
When I first read that my jaw dropped. What was best for the kids would be having their father alive, but she liked first responder dick way too much to let that happen. Now she’s actively lying to her children about what happened. If my Mom cheated on my Dad and he killed himself, and she didn’t tell me, I would hate her forever. Fuck. This. Bitch.
Every post she has made since (and there have been a lot) have used his death to get people to feel bad for her, or glorified her life of partying while “grieving.” And everyone in town was talking.
She joined a bunch of grieving mother groups, but every time someone posts about their personal tragedy, she always chimes in by tagging the husband she repeatedly cheated on.
I’m not gonna publicly shame the latest cop she was sleeping with, because quite frankly it wouldn’t be fair to all the other dudes who smashed it while she was married to a guy who was willing to be with her even when she weighed half a metric ton. But I will point out that the guy she was cheating on with had a girlfriend who committed suicide when she found out. Seems relevant.
After the Lizzo-fest at the wake a lot of people were rightfully pissed. She wrote a long manifesto to them telling them to fuck off.
She posts stuff like that so she can get responses like this.
She joined a group called Reach Out and Rise for people who lost family members and need support. In one post she blames the fire department for not doing enough to prevent him from killing himself.
Here’s another post she made in there recently about how she’s “so mad at Daddy.”
And of course people who are actually grieving and not getting smashed and dicked up at the bar feel bad for her.
She still hasn’t told them what happened. She might not ever, which is partly why I’m writing this blog. These kids deserve to know when they’re older.
Last month she fucked up when she made a pity post when she said, “I will never forget the look on his face when he loaded the gun.”
But she supposedly wasn’t there when he killed himself. The details are still clear as the State Police would not release the report. But her official stance prior to this was that she was out at a Christmas party the night before, he became upset because she was getting plastered and horning up for some more adultery, and he went home alone. She came home the next day and found him dead. At no point was it ever suggested that she witnessed him load a gun and kill himself, although there was a police call to their house the previous day.
Anyway, she’s back out there looking to get her swerve on.
And she’s got a new boyfriend already who likes to grab her gerber servers and post pictures of it on Facebook.
“Sometimes people come to you for certain reasons.”
Yea, and in this case that reason is you drove your husband to suicide. But even if he were alive you’d probably let this guy smash anyway. So brave. So strong.
Of course he line of work kind of sums up how we got here in the first place.
CNA. Of course.
Anyway, I normally don’t do cheaters blogs, and if your wife cheated on you and you want me to blog about it I’m not gonna do it. However, if you kill yourself after five or six years of emotional and psychological abuse, and your wife pretends to be a grieving widow for Facebook likes for the next two months without telling your crotch fruits what really happened, I might blog about her.
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