NUH UHHHHHHHH!!! EDDIE WINSLOW CHEATED ON SUPERHEAD . . . WITH A 400 POUND CHICK!! (PICS)

July 05, 2011. Karrine "Superhead" Steffans is one of the MESSIEST chicks in the history of MESSINESS. Over the weekend, her ex-husband Darius "Eddie Winslow" McCrary put her ON BLAST on Twitter . . . calling her a STALKER.

Well Superhead didn't like that. So she sent us a LONG LETTER (beow) putting dude on EXTRA BLAST. Most of what she said was pretty PREDICTABLE . . . blah, blah he wants to get back with me . . . blah, blah he BEAT me . . . blah blah. You know, the ISH we've come to EXPECT from Superhead.

But then she threw us through a WRINKLE. Accordingto Superhead Eddie Winslow CHEATED ON HER during their marriage - with a 400 POUND porn star named MISS MINA. DAYUMMMM!!!

If you're interested in reading ALL of Superhead's messiness - here it is:
 

While you were Twittering with Marlon Wayans, proclaiming I was a stalker (among other things) did you tell him how you dropped your restraining order against me? Hmmm...did you tell him that you've been over to my place at least 10 times in the last month?

And, if you try to deny it, I'll have the guard pull up the drive-on records. Thanks.

And are you telling the lovely people on Twitter how you told me you want to repair our relationship and that I am the one who is not interested? That I told you, "we can be familiar, but we cannot be friends" much less anything else. How about when you told me I'd "have to remarry" you. And what about when you talk about the kids we're going to have? And how much you love me and can't stay away from me?

Are you telling them that?

No. You're not.

And let's address your claims that I'm a bad mother. Remember how you put that out there? Yet, you're the one fighting in court for custody of your kid because you took him from his mother and she wants her son back �� and for good reason! And what about those two child abuse cases against you with the Special Cases Unit of the Los Angeles Department of Children and Family Services?

Good daddies don't have those.

But, you're not telling Marlon Wayans and the rest of the Twitter-verse that sh*t, huh? No, you're not. Nor have you mentioned that you called family services on me after they first came to investigate you out of revenge when it was your son's mother who reported you and not me.

So, riddle me this �� if I'm such a horrible person, why are you still around? And why are you so quick to bash me, publicly, but not so quick to jump on Twitter and tell the whole world that you're trying to reconcile with me?

And that you spent over an hour on the phone with my father, yesterday, and that you still call him "Dad". You've never even met the man!

Knock it off.

Did you Tweet about the money you gave me for household bills just last week? And even before that? Or a few weeks ago when you took my kid out for the day? Or about the days we just spent in June, laying around the house, eating, drinking, laughing, and just being cool with eachother? What about all the times before that?

No. You don't tweet about that.

And did you tell Marlon Wayans that you invited me to the set of that pilot? And that I got a text message from your phone that was meant for another woman and that's why you got your ass embarrassed on set?

No. You told him I just showed up like a stalker.

But, you married me anyway, didn't you? Do I have to post the license? And who marries a stalker? Who marries a bad mother? Who marries a horrible woman. And, who still comes around after the divorce if a woman is so bad?

Oh...

And did you tell the public about the 550 pound porn star with whom you had an inappropriate relationship while we were married? And that you filed for divorce the day after I discovered the emails? And that you stole my computer when you left, thinking you'd gotten rid of the evidence? Well, that's what wireless back-up systems are for.

And don't deny it. I still have the emails and all the pictures and videos she sent you.

You didn't tell the people that, did you?

And I won't even talk about all the times you've choked me or beat me with belts �� and that time you were on probation in 2004 for roughing up another woman.

Yes, I have the court documents to support that, too. Van Nuys Court Case #4PN02221

Yet, you want people to believe I'm lying about the documented abuse in our relationship? With 6 police reports to support it?

Why don't you Twitter about these things?

And the time I jumped on the back of your car to avoid getting ran over...did you tell the people that you made my son cry that night? All that day? Because you promised you would come for him and you never did? That you'd been promising him for weeks and never showed up for him? And how that broke his heart?

I don't know one mother that wouldn't track your sorry ass down, demand the $5,000 ring off your finger that she bought, and proceed to let you have it!

I guess you forgot to Tweet about that, huh?

And does anyone realize you've been married and divorced three times? This is what you do. This is who you are.You're the common denominator.

It's just crazy that you pick and choose what you want to announce to the world and, while you're happy to degrade me in public, you find it impossible to tell everyone how much you love me and want so much to repair this bullsh*t relationship. How you can't stay out of my life or out of my bed �� how you leave work and head to my place for dinner and to spent time with my kid, talking and playing video games, insisting you want to "find a way to make this work."

See, all my dirt is in the open. I put it there. But, I've been silent for years, haven't I? There is so much I have not said. Unlike you, I don't have to pretend to be good. I'm a bad girl by design. But, I rather be that than a coward and a liar. And I don't have to proclaim someone else is bad to make myself look good and I don't feel the need to have anyone on my side.

I operate better alone.

When I told you how much the things you say in public hurt me, you laughed at me and said it was all "so insignificant." The strange thing is that when you're disrespectful to me, you think it's funny �� but, when I get disrespectful, you stop laughing.