Yes, this blog entry is just for you. I want to tell you that I’m on your side, completely. I feel your pain, and I tell you, I could have been the target of financial liquidation, reduced to a sliver of who I once could have ben, time slipping away. Britney, something should be done to get rid of your father and this awful Conservatorship. California and Florida alike have problems with guardians and conservators ripping children away from their mothers’ arms, not allowing them to see their moms and dads, abusing the adult dependents in nursing homes, isolating and punishing the adults as though they could never function properly. Britney, if you really need something, you can call me wherever you are.
You can call on me, wherever your life leads you. I have struggled with friends and making and keeping friends because of what my family did in their vile attempts to control me. Even the highest authority won’t tell my parents that the guardianship is evil and should go. Something should be done to truly outlaw what they do, what they’re doing, and how they did it.
While I live in Colorado, sing in a choir, do things in the community, you’ve been committed. Britney, I can almost cry your tears, feel the empty wallet that which once held millions of dollars, and then your sons could have benefited from your wealth and fame. Britney, guardianship puts people at a disadvantage. People aren’t educated about the process, and if my parents die, a public guardian could garnish my SSI check, and the parents’ estate could be liquidated also. Your father will likely die of an illness, and he used you to pay his funeral/sick bills. I don’t think that’s a fair trade. You may love your father, but he doesn’t truly love you.
Your mother may be a better support. Lean on her if you must. Remember this, you need to argue like hell to get out of the mental institution, and you need to be brave, strong, and have courage. As Eowyn from Lord of the Rings once told Merry one of the hobbits, “Courage.” Courage, Britney. For you, your friends, and all the people who will be targeted for liquidation of the estates that lawfully belong to the famous people. This will happen to big and small artists, people with talents that humans don’t care to acknowledge. I’m a singer and pianist, so I have many ideas for the way things should work in the world. But as a musician, I can only tell others’ stories. I want to tell your story.
Britney, have courage to stand up to those who want to throw you away. Guardians and vicious psychopaths who want to steal your money should be in jail, experiencing what they tried to inflict on you. Anyone who tries to mess your life up should be told to stay clear from your children. Those boys are yours, love them, hold them, don’t turn on them.
Britney, I know what’s coming. While pregnant, I could be told to abort the babies because of blindness, made up disability, and so on. Nobody is going to touch my children, so long as Trenton, my fiancé, and I will stay together and raise them. For one thing, I want to have children and a house and work so that they can have better clothes and shoes and food than their inner city or homeless counterparts. I will not raise my children, black or otherwise, in a ghetto full of gangs, criminalized youngsters, or worse, delinquents. I don’t want my children to see mistreatment of women and girls as okay, bullying as proper, or anything violent as normal. I want what you may have wanted for your boys, and I want my parents to be punished severely for the Munchowsen by proxy behaviors they could have exhibited with me had I stayed. They subjected me to pennilessness, strict routine, banning from the shower simply because of their stupid economics and what they called the water bill. Well? I’m a girl, and you want to tell me how long my showers will be, cut my hair, threaten me with death, and isolate me from friends and folks I come to care about.
I hate to say it, but rapper Esoteric Quality cannot be close to me, yet he buddied up with my fiancé Trenton. I feel completely insulted because he’s buddied up with people who dislike and don’t want anything to do with me. This is division, Britney. I want unity. This means that friends should be supporting both, or none. I can’t have a tiny wedding with no friends invited, and nobody coming or showing up even though they say RSVP yes or maybe. If nobody RSVP responds or everybody says no, they have no reason to go to a wedding party. Period.
My choir community will have to fill in the spaces left behind by people who called themselves friends but betrayed me. And being friends with folks who betray me should be considered a crime and a half. Why? Because if you’re in a relationship with me, you should be loyal, right? Kevin wasn’t the most loyal husband for you, Britney. I hope you can get the hell out of that stupid asylum and find someone who will love you for you, not the teenage sex symbol, not necessarily the pop princess, but you, the whole flower on the stem.
Britney, if I could, I’d ask for your presence at my wedding. Because I’m going to take my family out of the picture, they’re not invited, and so on and so forth. Do the same if you find another good man. Don’t let your father come, only your mother. Be sure the family learns a tough lesson, but let your boys give you away.
Britney, you should sue your family for what they’ve put you through. You’re hardly the only one: Heather Locklier, Amanda Bynes, Aaron Carter, Nick Carter, and so many others have been either conned or targeted. Targeting a person for financial liquidation due to their disability is predatory, and. hope you agree that it should be outlawed.
Britney, I love you. Have courage, take heart, and don’t let the bedbugs bite you. I’m fixing to go to sleep, so goodnight, sleep tight.