Overload

 As Nan was getting a divorce from a 25 year marriage of physical, mental and verbal abuse she never dreamed things could get worse. She moved into a two bedroom apartment from a 14 room home with the two remaining children under 16. There was a little child support from her ex-husband, a $2 an hour job to meet her new commitments.

The youngest child, a girl, would get dressed walk to school, then not go in to her room, she was 12. Every other day the school would call the apartment and quiz Nan on the whereabouts of her child. She was in the grasp of a pimp dealing her out for $2 a trick. Nan discovered this horrendous situation and immediately sent her to live in Seattle with her older brother, his wife and son. By this time she was 13 and pregnant. Nan paid for the abortion, scraping together extra money for medical care, food also a little something to help pay for food and lodging in Seattle. The Pimp found out where she was shipped off to and went to bring her back to his slum house. 

Besides her tricks he also made her sell her John's drugs and she was caught at age 14, put into juvenile detention so Nan had to come up with money for a lawyer to get her home. By age 15 she was street wise and kept some of the money for tricks and sales. At 17 she was still going to high school and pregnant for a second time. Believe it or not she would actually pay attention in class then won the spelling bee for her high school, going onto competition in the county. When the school found out she was pregnant the suspended her for the rest of the school year. More money flowing out for prenatal care and another abortion. She was sent to live with me, my husband and two small children. She stole the small amount of jewelry I owned to buy drugs. It did not take long before I sent her back to Nan.

She voluntarily went back to her controller and started to shoot drugs between her teeth in her gums. Nan had to come up with money for a dentist because her teeth were falling out due to the load of drugs. She was selling more as well as using more. She was pregnant for a 3rd time as she was released from the county jail. Another abortion, this one with complications and a hospital bill. She was 19 now. 

The other child Nan was raising was a boy who came out to the world at 17 as gay. He was in high school and terrorized by bullies getting on the bus and on his way home. There were beatings from these kids which caused Nan several hospital bills. Nan sent him to live with me. At the time, my husband and I were living overseas due to the Vietnam war but no children yet. There was a huge population of gay men and he fit right in to a civil life style, he was safe and happy. He stayed overseas even when we were sent back to the states for another military tour.

Back to the daughter now 22, Nan moved to a southern state with her job and she followed Nan. A heavy drug user she became pregnant and had not idea because she was so skinny. She gave birth to a son. Nan took the child back to her home town, in a norther state, asked one of her daughters to raise the child. Of course she said yes to the baby boy even though she had a husband with two young daughters. Nan paid for clothes and other essentials for the baby boy.

Two more abortions in the next 5 years. She was now in prison for larceny, stealing purses, using credit cards, selling drugs and pregnant. Within 2 days of the birth she sold the child for $20,000.

Money Can Not Solve Everything!


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  1. UnknownMarch 15, 2021 at 4:32 PM

    Kathy I don't think your mom would be happy with this post. People deserve privacy, even after they are gone. I think this would hurt her immensely. And what about your sister, the pain this will cause. And I don't want my mom to see this, please remove it!

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