I need to be honest with you right up front. I have covered Gypsy Rose Blanchard for years. I have defended her. I have cried for her. I have argued with people who called her a killer and nothing else. But the video I saw last week made me physically lean back from my screen. It is one thing to understand trauma. It is another thing to watch a young mother destroy a blanket with scissors while her child is in the next room, screaming about lies and manipulation, and then watch the internet collectively say: “He better sleep with one eye open.”

Because here is the thing about Gypsy Rose. She is not just a victim anymore. She is a mother. She is a partner. She is a public figure who chose to step back into the spotlight. And if the leaked video, the leaked text messages, and the growing pattern of violent outbursts are real, then we need to have a conversation that no one wants to have.

Is Gypsy Rose Blanchard dangerous?

Not in the way her mother was. Not with a knife in the dark. But dangerous in the way that unresolved rage, documented explosions, and a child caught in the middle always is. Let me show you what I mean.

The video hit the internet like a gut punch. It is not professional footage. It is shaky, intimate, ugly. Gypsy is standing over a blanket, scissors in hand, and she is not calm. She is not performative in the way she usually is on TikTok. This is raw.

“I ever been to you,” she says, voice cracking. “This is how I feel about you. Lies. All it is is lies.”

She starts cutting. The fabric rips. She keeps going. “Lies. Lies. Lies.” Snip. Tear. “The hell you are. The hell you are. Lies. All of it. All of it. All of it. Nothing but fing lies. Lies. Manipulation. F you. Go back to your b**. F* you.”

Her daughter Aurora is in the other room. That is not speculation. That is in the thread of every single person who has analyzed this footage. A baby. On the other side of a wall. While her mother enacts violence on a symbol of a relationship.

One commenter wrote: “Better the blankets than him.” Another: “She’s going back for the scissors every time. OMG, this is how I feel about you as she’s cutting the blanket up. In her mind, she was cutting him up.”

I do not think that is hyperbole. I think that is the truth. And the truth is terrifying.

Here is what Gypsy wants you to know. She posted a story shortly after the video went viral. “To those asking me, yes, I’m okay. The blanket video was from last year. Navigating a complex dynamic relationship and emotions were difficult. We’re in a much better place currently.”

She made that blanket in prison. 2018. A first anniversary present for Ken Urker, the man she met through letters, the man she reconnected with after her divorce from Ryan, the man who got her pregnant within weeks of that reunion. And when he upset her, she cut that blanket apart.

She said it herself on an Instagram live: “That blanket was pretty much the symbol of our relationship. And there was some personal things that got brought up about exes in the past. And so I felt like if this was the symbol of our relationship, he upset me pretty bad. And so I brought the blanket into our relationship and I was like, you know what? F*** you. F*** this blanket. And I took a pair of scissors and I cut it up. That was a one time thing. And then after we made up and I wanted to sew it back together.”

She made the blanket. She can take it apart.

But here is where my stomach turned. One commenter said what I was already thinking: “She made the blanket. She can take it apart. You also made a baby. Please don’t do the same.”

That is the hinge. That is the sentence that should make every single person watching this pause. Because if violence against objects is the rehearsal for violence against people, then what are we watching Gypsy rehearse?

Ken is not silent. He has not been silent. But his silence in that video is louder than anything. You can hear him in the background of the blanket footage, not really speaking, not really stopping her. Just existing. Just taking it.

And then the text messages leaked.

Allegedly, Ken wrote: “I’m going for sole custody. I took pictures of you stabbing the headboard and smashing pictures all over the ground. You are not allowed around Aurora anymore unsupervised. You are too unpredictable and dangerous. I can’t have that around my child or Parker.”

Parker is his dog.

Stabbing the headboard. That is not the blanket video. That is something else. A video that has not fully surfaced yet but that multiple people claim exists. Ken’s sister. A beauty influencer named Nina. They have seen evidence. They say there is footage of Gypsy putting an X on Ken’s headboard and running around their house cutting things up with a knife.

Gypsy’s alleged reply: “I’m so sorry. I was drunk. Please don’t take Aurora. I told you I needed to punch a pillow and get out these hurt feelings. I’m sorry for trashing the headboard and smashing the frame. That was unnecessary. I would never in a million years hurt anyone.”

Except her mother.

That is what the comments said. Over and over. “I would never in a million years hurt someone.” Except her mom. And that is the line that Gypsy can never fully erase. Because no matter how justified the world believes her killing of Dee Dee Blanchard was, the act itself remains. A knife. A bedroom. A planned death.

I am not saying Gypsy would hurt Ken. I am not saying she would hurt Aurora. But I am saying that when someone with that history picks up scissors, even for a blanket, the internet is going to flinch. And they should.

Let me take you back to the hairbrush.

There is a scene from Gypsy’s TV show. She and Ken are living together. She finds a round hairbrush with long blonde hairs in it. She is not convinced the hairs are Ken’s. He has dark hair.

“That’s what I found out today,” Gypsy says. “She’s been talking about since late February. I’m like, oh, and what is this?”

Ken tries to deflect. “That’s actually mine. I used to have blonde hair.”

Gypsy is not buying it. “Oh, she’s got a mouth on her, huh?” Her tone is light, but her eyes are not.

The camera crew must have felt it. That tension. That slow burn. Because everyone in that room knew what happened behind closed doors. The blanket video proved it. The alleged headboard video proved it. The text messages proved it.

One person wrote: “I was scared for him, not going to lie, dude. I couldn’t be anywhere near her. I know that camera crew’s heart was beating so fast.”

And yet. And yet.

Gypsy and Ken are still together. They say they are in a better place. They post TikTok videos. They pose for photos. She holds Aurora. He stands beside her, side-hugging like a friend, not a lover. His body language screams discomfort. But he stays.

Why?

Money, the comments say. Fame. The baby. The show. The deals. Ken was a nobody from Louisiana who wrote a letter to a prisoner and ended up on national television. He left his long-term girlfriend the day before he reconnected with Gypsy. He moved in with her immediately after her divorce from Ryan. He got her pregnant almost instantly.

One person put it bluntly: “He dumps her while she was in prison when they were engaged and moved in with a woman for 5 years right after. Gypsy was released and Ken saw the numbers and the dollars for sure. He dumped things with his living girlfriend the day before he reconnected with Gypsy.”

So is Ken a victim or a opportunist? Can he be both?

I do not know. But I know that staying with someone who stabs headboards and cuts blankets while your baby sleeps in the next room is not the behavior of a healthy person. It is the behavior of someone who is either terrified to leave or too hungry for the spotlight to care.

Ryan, Gypsy’s ex-husband, has been having a field day with all of this. He went live. He talked about the video. He said he has other footage he never released because he did not want to hurt her.

“Yes, I’ve seen the video,” Ryan said. “I hate seeing my ex-wife like that in so much pain. But I also have to remember that’s the life she chose. She left the comfort, her comfort, which was me that made her feel safe, secure.”

He laughed a little. Not a mean laugh. A sad one.

“I’m kind of laughing at all these people who’s been telling me how happy she’s been for years. Oh, she’s so happy. That video looks like she is in total bliss. You’re gonna blame the person who actually released it, but there’s only one person that received that video and it could have given it to others. So blame Kenny Boy for it because that’s the truth.”

Ryan is not wrong. The video came from Ken’s phone. Ken released it, either directly or through negligence. And now the whole world has seen Gypsy at her worst.

But here is the part that no one is talking about enough. The custody battle.

Ken allegedly threatened sole custody. He took pictures of the damage. He documented everything. That is what you do when you are building a case. That is what you do when you are genuinely afraid for your child.

And Gypsy’s response? “I was drunk. Please don’t take Aurora. I would never in a million years hurt anyone.”

But the law does not care about “in a million years.” The law cares about patterns. And the pattern here is alarming.

She has a criminal record. A felony. A conviction for second-degree murder. She is on parole. She has conditions. And if those conditions include staying out of trouble, then videos of her destroying property with scissors are not just embarrassing. They are actionable.

One person wrote: “When and if Ken’s balls drop and he has had enough, he won’t have much fight against her for the baby, which is true. I mean, she does have a criminal record, so I feel like custody could probably be an easy battle for him.”

Easy. That word is doing a lot of work.

Because custody battles are never easy. But if Ken has photos of a stabbed headboard, smashed picture frames, and a woman screaming about lies while cutting up a blanket, then yes. It becomes easier. A judge looks at that and does not see a victim of Munchausen by proxy. They see a risk.

The biggest question I keep coming back to is not about Ken. It is about Gypsy. Why is she filming herself?

In the blanket video, someone is holding the camera. It is not a security camera. It is not a phone on a tripod. It is a person. A person who watched Gypsy lose her mind and decided to keep recording. Was it Ken? Was it a friend? Was it someone who wanted evidence?

Gypsy has a history of documenting her own chaos. The hairbrush scene was filmed for television. The blanket video was filmed privately but leaked. The alleged headboard video was filmed and then hidden. She is not hiding her rage. She is archiving it.

One commenter said: “Most people don’t film themselves acting foolish either. You would think that she would have learned somewhere along the way that nothing is ever deleted or kept secret and basically insane that she documents the crap that she does.”

And that is the part that frustrates me the most. Gypsy is not stupid. She has been manipulated her whole life, yes. She has been abused, yes. But she also planned her mother’s murder. She wrote letters. She coordinated with Nick Godejohn. She knew what she was doing. She is capable of forethought.

So why film the rage? Why let anyone see it?

Unless she does not see it as rage. Unless she sees it as justified. Unless she has normalized violence to the point where cutting up a blanket feels like communication, not escalation.

There is another layer to this that is deeply uncomfortable. The rumors about Ken. The Grindr allegations.

I am a gay man. I am not here to out anyone. I do not care who Ken sleeps with. But the internet does. And there is a whole investigation online, screenshots, metadata, timestamps, that allegedly proves Ken was actively using dating apps for men while in a relationship with Gypsy.

One clip shows a deep dive. “That’s a random date in the past, right? There’s no denying that then. And now we go over to the second page. That’s pretty hard right there. The bio. September 11th, 2022, 5:15 p.m. He just sent that over. You can’t fake it.”

The photo allegedly matches a Hyatt Regency in Dallas. The same hotel. The same area. The same blurry background.

If Ken is closeted and using Gypsy as a beard, that adds another layer of toxicity to an already toxic relationship. But it also explains some things. The side hugs. The lack of chemistry. The way he looks at her like a project, not a partner.

One commenter wrote: “I swear he is a closet gay. She is definitely a meal ticket. The way she did Ryan was wrong. What goes around comes around. Let’s hope your kid doesn’t kill you like you did to your mom.”

That last sentence is vile. I am not going to pretend it is not. But it is also the kind of thing that thousands of people are thinking. Because once you have killed, even for reasons the world understands, you carry that with you. People do not forget. They do not forgive. And they watch every future outburst through that lens.

The hairbrush. The blanket. The headboard. The scissors. The knife. The X on the wall. These are not isolated incidents. They are a language. And the language is saying: I am capable of destruction. Do not test me.

I want to believe Gypsy when she says she is in a better place. I want to believe that the blanket video is old, that the headboard video does not exist, that the text messages were taken out of context, that she is a good mother who would never put Aurora in danger.

But wanting something does not make it true.

The truth is that Gypsy Rose Blanchard is a woman who has never had a single day of normal life. She was abused. She was imprisoned. She was starved. She was operated on unnecessarily. She was lied to. And then she killed the liar.

That does not go away. That does not get fixed by a new house or a new boyfriend or a new baby. That kind of damage settles into the bones. And sometimes it comes out as a pair of scissors and a blanket.

Ken is not innocent. I am not saying he is. He chased fame. He chased a story. He chased a woman he met through bars and letters and he got exactly what he asked for. But so did Aurora. And Aurora did not ask for any of this.

She is a baby. She is in the other room. And while her mother cuts and screams and accuses, she is learning what love sounds like. She is learning what safety feels like. And that is the part that breaks my heart.

Because Dee Dee Blanchard also loved Gypsy. In her own twisted way. And that love looked like isolation. Like medical abuse. Like a wheelchair that was not needed and a feeding tube that was not necessary. That love looked like control. Like violence disguised as care.

And now Gypsy is holding scissors.

I am not saying history is repeating itself. But I am saying the patterns are there. The rage. The documentation. The child in the other room. The partner who cannot leave and cannot stay.

One person wrote something that has stuck with me for days. “Seems like a very loving, caring, healthy relationship.” Sarcasm. Obviously. But the sarcasm hides a real fear. Because no one looking at this from the outside thinks it is healthy. And the people on the inside, Gypsy and Ken, keep telling us it is.

They say they are in a much better place. They say the past is the past. They say they are working on communication. But the video exists. The text messages exist. The hairbrush exists. The alleged headboard footage exists. And none of that is past. It is all still happening.

So here is my question, and I want you to really think about it before you answer in the comments. If Ken had taken that video to the police instead of the internet, what would they have done? If he had shown them the stabbed headboard, the smashed picture frames, the text messages where she apologized for being drunk and violent, would they have removed Aurora? Would they have filed charges? Would they have taken Gypsy back to court?

I do not know. But I know that if this were any other couple, any other woman without a documentary and a sympathetic backstory, the conversation would be over. The child would be with the other parent. The violence would be called what it is.

But because she is Gypsy Rose, we hesitate. We make excuses. We say she is traumatized. We say she is learning. We say she is trying.

And maybe she is. But trying does not keep a baby safe. Trying does not stop a pair of scissors from becoming something worse.

The blanket is cut. The headboard has an X. The relationship continues. And Aurora grows up, one room away from the crash, learning that love sounds like screaming and that safety is just a word for the quiet between explosions.

I do not have a tidy ending for this. I do not have a verdict. I have a video on my phone of a young woman destroying a blanket, and a comment section full of people saying “he better sleep with one eye open,” and a deep, uncomfortable feeling that we are watching something break in real time.

Gypsy Rose Blanchard wanted freedom. She got it. And now she has to figure out what to do with it without hurting the people who did not ask to be part of her story. That is not a punishment. That is just being an adult. That is just being a mother.

And the scissors? They need to stay in the drawer.