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NHL Star Jack Johnson Declares Bankruptcy After His Parents Squandered His Millions

December 4, 2014 • By

 Jack Johnson

  • NHL star Jack Johnson made his parents his financial advisers in 2008, and signed over control of his money to his mother in 2011
  • The parents of the Columbus Blue Jackets defenseman then spent his money on cars, travel and a new loan
  • Johnson’s parents also took out non-conventional loans, and defaulted on them
  • The loans included one for $2million, with an interest rate of 12 percent, and one for $3 million, with an interest rate of 24 percent
  • Now, Johnson is bankrupt and still owes $10million or more to debtors 

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Others' Stories, Severing Ties or Severely Limiting Contact, The Unthinkable

Tiara Stevens’ Justifiable Outrage

July 23, 2013 • By

Woman raped by her own father who gave birth at aged 12 to a blind albino baby  is outraged as he is jailed for just ONE YEAR as reported on DailyMail.com/uk  by Paul Thompson

Tiara StevensTiara Stevens and her precious, cute little son

  • Tiara Stevens says her father raped her in  their South Carolina trailer and authorities did nothing for 14  years
  • Fred Montgomery, 47, is confirmed to be the  father – and grandfather – of the young boy
  • The child was born blind and  albino
  • Ms Steven says she sometimes confuses  herself over whether the boy is her son or her brother

A woman who was repeatedly raped by her  father and gave birth to her own brother has hit out after her attacker was only  jailed for a year.

Tiara Stevens said on Monday she had waited  14 years for justice only to see her father’s sentence as a ‘slap in the  face.’

An outraged Tiara said: ‘To wait 14 years and  all a person gets is one year?

‘A pat on the back, telling them it’s okay to  molest your daughter, impregnate her, and for her to have a child, a blind  child? It’s ok?’

Tiara StevensDevastated: Tiara Stevens, 27, says her son was born blind and albino after she  was impregnated by her own father at age 12

Tiara Stevens 2Outraged: Ms Stevens says she is furious that her father must serve only one  year in jail for repeatedly raping her when she was a little girl

Fred Montgomery, 47, had pleaded guilty to  criminal sexual conduct with a minor.

He was sentenced on Monday to 15 years in  jail, but all but one year was suspended.

Tiara was just 12 years old when she was  impregnated by her father at the trailer home they shared.

She only realised she was pregnant the day  before she gave birth after going into labour at school.

Her son was born blind and due to gene  problems was born an albino.

Tiara told officials in 1999 that her father  had raped her in the mobile home they shared in Lancaster County, South  Carolina.

But no action was ever taken even though a  DNA test in 2000 confirmed he was the father of his own grandson.

Tiara Stevens 4Years of abuse: Ms Stevens (left) says she waited 14 years to see her father  Fred Montgomery (right) brought to justice

Tiara and her father continued to live in the  same small town for over a decade until authorities were pushed into action by  the single mother.

Officials with the 6th Circuit Solicitor’s  Office said a fire at the courthouse destroyed many of the documents related to  the case.

In an interview with WISTV, 27 year old Tiara said she  was shocked by the lenient sentence.

‘It was a slap in the face,’ she  said.

Tiara said she is often confused on how to  describe her son.

‘That confuses me a lot,’ said Stevens. ‘It’s  like, “Which one are you today? Are you my son, or are you my brother?” Because  he really is both.’

In a previous interview, Tiara described how  her father would sneak into her room and rape her.

‘He never told me what he was doing,’ said  Stevens. ‘It was just late at night. He would come in, take my clothes off, and  he would have sex. And he would leave and he would say, “You better not stay up  all night,” and I would go in the bathroom and I would cry. The next night he  may not do it, but the next night, he would repeat the same thing.’

Tiara said she has not yet told her son that  her grandfather is actually her father and will be out of prison in a  year.

‘From this day forward, I will fight for  victim’s rights to make sure this never happens again,’ Stevens said.

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Severing Ties or Severely Limiting Contact, The Unthinkable

Ultimate Betrayal of Love and Trust

July 20, 2012 • By

CrossGirl With Curly Hair posted from Robyn Murray’s gohomeubb ~ life in Oz blog.

My adoptive family was a quirky, mixed bunch from various backgrounds – four adopted kids with working class parents and one much older, natural daughter to my mother. We went through a series of foster kids, pets, renovations, above ground pools and complete re-purposing of everything in the backyard with the exception of dad’s shed in our early years. My mum had such a generous heart; she was capable, gregarious and very often found to be the life of the party. When she was angry, boy, did we cop it! My mum was passionate and she cared. My dad was a motor mechanic and he drank Carlton Draught; we used to stack the empty beer bottles by the side of the red-brick housing commission place we called home for the first 15 years of my life. I don’t know where mum and dad lived before that, but they moved into our house around about the time they got me from the adoption agency.

Apparently I was only nine days old when they took me home from the hospital and as lazy as I was I never put any effort into making sure I was fed or changed, rarely crying out to get attention. Apparently, I just lay there peacefully, waiting.

The most delightful thing I remember from my early years was my nana on my mother’s side. I thought she was the best thing since sliced bread! She lived with us for a few years and she was blind as a result of diabetes. Once I actually saw her getting her insulin shot – put me off needles for life. Anyway, I learnt to read just as soon as my sister went off to school. I would listen in as she practised her ABC’s, plus my favourite pre-school TV show was University Challenge (which must have scared my mum a bit) and it didn’t take me long to figure out how it all worked. You see, I was determined to learn to read as soon as possible so that I could read the paper to my nana. Years ago, when she was younger she ran a boarding house for jockeys and she still loved to bet on the horses.

My favourite memories of nana involve me sitting on her lap reading the form guide out loud, she would place her bets over the telephone just minutes before we listened to the races being called on the radio; sometimes cheering, sometimes disappointed. The thing is, she had this bee in her bonnet about Harry White – who turned out to be a great jockey – but my nana, oh she had it in for him. Every time I found myself looking at the name H. White on the form guide for the next race, I would giggle and squirm and eventually get myself under control and announce, “And the jockey is….H. White!” At this point my nana would put on a very high-pitched voice and say “that bloody Harry White he couldn’t lie straight in his bed!” Too funny. It was like pressing a button – it played out pretty much the same way every time.

For many years I held this bizarre image in my mind of this small man in brightly coloured riding silks who couldn’t straighten out his crooked body because he spent too much time riding horses. The memories became so much more heart-warming after I finally figured out what she was really saying about him :-) What a funny lady!

My nana was my protector and for the most part I loved and respected her deeply. Although, occasionally I would try out something quite naughty and I can remember just how ashamed I was at those times to have disappointed her; how afraid I was that we might not end up being close anymore. Eventually though, her health was failing and we were getting too many kids for the house, so she moved to the Blind Institute. We used to go there and visit on the odd weekend. My little brother and I were intrigued by the pedestrian crossing with the tick- tick-tick sound to alert the blind people as to when it was safe to cross the street. The last time we visited nana she told mum that she could actually see us, she looked at each of us and made a personal comment and she was so happy and shining that I am glad to remember her that way. My nana passed away a very short time after that last visit. My mum was devastated. I still miss her.

Around this time, my mum and I had to spend a lot of time together due to the demands of my dance training. My older sister was focussed on swimming so my dad would take her along to training. Whenever possible, mum would arrange to spend time with my sister and I would attempt to help dad with whatever he was doing; such as servicing cars at the workshop, cleaning banks, reading the paper (I never could get it through my head that the newspaper wasn’t mine), watching the motor racing on TV, etc.

I would have been around seven or eight years old when he called me into the bathroom that first time and locked the doors and showed me what I had to do. It was completely surreal, I said no a lot and cried, but I was so scared of how different he was that I tried my hardest not to make him any angrier. To try and understand what he wanted so it could end quickly. But I couldn’t understand; why was he shaking so much? Why is he squeezing my hand so tightly? I seriously had no clue what was going on as he tried so many different things, then he would say “no, no good” or something like that and try some new configuration of our bodies always centred around some part of my body in contact with his penis – none of which seemed to make him happy. The tiled floor was cold and it hurt so much and I was so angry and heartbroken – I did not know why this happened. When he finally said that I could go, he pulled my arm in tight and said in a low voice “if you tell anyone about this, ever, I will kill you”.

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Severing Ties or Severely Limiting Contact, The Unthinkable, Unresolved, Your Stories

I Just Want My Babies

July 19, 2012 • By

Lonely womanMy name is Terrina Williams.  When I was 15, I became pregnant.  My mom was so angry when she found out at 4 weeks.  The father was a guy at school who was clueless about life.  His parents wanted me to get an abortion and be done with it.  My mother agreed with them and dragged me off to the clinic to have it done.  I begged her not to make me do it, but to no avail.  I went into that cold place with those cold people.  Nobody cared that I was crying.  I was told to get undressed and given a gown.  Mom turned on me and didn’t care that I was scared.  She just told me to take my lumps and pay for trying to ruin her life.  Ruin her life? I would not understand that comment until much later.  I endured a painful procedure and was told to get up and get dressed as if nothing had happened.  They had just killed my baby.

I couldn’t sleep and I had nightmares.  I could not talk to mom about anything which is why I went right back into the father’s arms.  In a few months, I was pregnant again.  I told my mom who proceeded to slap me near senseless.  I got a speech about how much she gave up to raise me alone and I was not doing this to her again.  I was dumbfounded and told my mom that she could not make me get another abortion.  She told me that I was getting one and that was all there was to it.  She made the appointment and I went quietly.  When we went inside the clinic this time, I cooperated until I saw the same cold doctor who killed my first baby.  I screamed and made such a scene that he ordered me out of the room and the clinic.  I was happy and relieved, but my mom had a plan for me.  Later that evening, my mom told me that I was going to stay with some people who could help me.  I didn’t know who, it didn’t make sense but I thought she had relented and accepted that I was going to have a baby.  I wanted my baby so I was happy to go anywhere.  I spent the next few months at home, but one day I had a plane ticket to Salt Lake City, Utah, waiting for me.  I had to leave school, pack some clothes and get on that plane.

(Continue reading in the book When Family Does You Wrong).


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