Topic : 01/01 Mama Drama

I did write the book with my mother's permission. You, as well as Dr. Phil must have missed her own contradiction on the show. She said, "My daughter stole my story." Then, while sitting on the stage, she said that she tried to get me to write it before. This was the fourth time. I wrote The Eyes of a Stranger as a surprise for my mother. Once I had Publish America on line to publish the book, I had a release drawn up by my attorney to give me permission to use her name and pictures. It made no promise for monetary gain because what I made depended on sales anyway. My mother got upset with me because I wouldn't call her everyday. We had two deaths in our family and I was very busy trying to help my family and taking care of my mother-in-law's finances since her passing. So, my mother threatened a lawsuit at that point saying that she was under the influence of drugs, etc. She lied. Further, when she was on the show, she admitted that she would let the book be published if she got 50% of the profits. I never tried to cheat her out of anything. If it is my mother's story to tell, and she doesn't tell it, why can't I? She had been wanting this book written for 27 years. No one would do it because they were afraid she would turn around and sue them. She proved them all right.

I did see that your mother told you that she wanted the book written.  I think that you worked really hard on it and were very sad to not see it published.  You expressed that on the show.  I, as an observer, can't help but think that your mother has had this fantasy about publishing a book but in reality she cannot bring herself to do it.  She realizes that it would make an interesting crime novel but when it was actually going to be published she panicked.  This was no novel it was her life.  It is such a horrible story that she must suffer some affect from it.  PTSD?  Anxiety?  Something.  When she said that she wished that he had killed her that showed me that the book brought the horror all back to her.  She has to be suffering terribly.  I hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive her. 

You're one of the few that saw that. I'm very proud. Thank you.

I would not allow someone to talk to my mother that way.  You agree that your mom is a little greedy baby and that she should get over a serial killer's attack?  I am disappointed in you.  I could make an excuse for your mother- she walked through hell.  But you?  Your bad behavior has no excuse.  Grow up!

Just so you know, I was not looking at the general audience when I was on the stage. I was looking at my aunt, my husband and my grandparents. They were there to support me and I was very appreciative of that. I did look at Dr. Phil when he was speaking to me and I did look at my mother when she was talking directly to me instead of lying to Dr. Phil.

My 12 year old son wanted me to take him to a local skate board park.  He wanted to "drop in."  That is when you skateboard into a big cement toilet bowl, skate around and then pop back up out of it.  Sound dangerous?  I thought so.  He really had to beg me.

 

So I brought him to the skate park.  He stood on his board, kicking his board and holding his board at the edge of the precipice.  For 2 hours he stood there.  A kid even stood with him for a while to encourage him to go in.  In the end he went home never having dove in. 

 

My point is that sometimes we really think that we can do something.  That we desperately want to do something.  But when we stand at the cliff ready to dive in it can be more challenging than we imagined. 

Anyone that paid attention that day should have seen the truth. There was a lot of pain coming from two young women and a lot of acting coming from the mother's of the young women.
They were both money hungry Mama's in the Drama!

First I want to express my appreciation for your courage to take such a personal problem into a public forum. I believe the understanding your courage will bring will help others.

 

What I understand about serial killers is that they have many victims besides the people they actually kill. Serial killers victimize not only the people they kill, or as in the case of your mother would like to kill, they also victimize many other people close to their situation. This larger victim pool usually includes the families and friends of the serial killer's main victims; people close to the serial killer; and many public employees, including their families, who work hard to stop the serial killer and seek justice for his crimes.

 

What I am saying here is that even you could consider yourself to be a victim of this serial killer because of what he did to your mother. Therefore I want to encourage you to direct the anger you apparently have for your mother to the person who, in my opinion, deserves it. That person would be the serial killer who stalked your mother. If that serial killer had not done what he did, then your family would not be having problems about this book today. You would probably have other problems but dealing with what that dirt bag did would not be one of them. It seems like the conflict in your family over this book has only added to the victimization this serial killer has achieved in your family.

 

I also want to encourage you to appreciate the fact that you have a mother. From what I understand of your story, this serial killer not only made threats against your mother's life but he also had a history that said he was entirely capable of carrying out those threats. I have never known a person who said they had lost a loved one to a serial killer. But such a loss has to be an extremely difficult reality to live with. I believe both your family and mine should be thankful we have never had to endure such a loss.

 

Again I hope my thoughts on this are helpful.

My mother and stepfather were violent alcoholics. My stepfather abused us everyway an adult can abuse a child. When I told my mother he sexually abused me and my sister , she slapped my across the face. She wanted to know what I did to lead him on. I ran away from home when I was fifteen.  I am quite abit older now. I used to hate her. I don't any more. I do not have any relationship with her. She means nothing to me.

 

She would sit on the sofa and hand me her drink and say, "Put a head on this."  I was a child and was my mother's bartender. I would pour straight alcohol into the glass and wait for the fist fights to begin. I have not seen or spoken to my mother in 10 years. I would not attend her funeral. I would not waste the gas.

 

My son died I did not tell her. My mother is just not a part of my life.