I want to thank all of you who have worked tirelessly to find the identity of Jan Grice with me.
Many of you know how upset and unsafe I have felt for the past three years wondering who this Jan Grice really is.
In one of her comments to me she says that my son died because I was a bad mother.
This is that son.
Becky didn’t and doesn’t care whether or not I was a good mother, she just wanted to hurt me. Since her own daughter died in a car wreck, which is tragic, she knew exactly where to hit me. To hit any parent struck with this.
She did this for Char and Par, she didn’t care about me, or my feelings or my son. She cared about getting in “good” with the McNamaras’. Becky, like a lot of their worthless friends, wants to “be somebody”.
When you lose a child, car wreck, flu, addiction, no matter what, YOU examine yourself and wonder what you could have done differently, you just do. That my son was 37, grown, and died of a heroin overdose, an addiction he got right here in Waco, was fun for her and Char, wonder if Lisa was in on this too?
I wondered who was giggling out there, all hiding under a rock ready to use a tiny bit of information to just FK somebody. I never did a thing to Becky Boyer, never knew who the hell she was.
I assure you had I been her, I would not have hugged me.
That was the worst. When she did that, I became a bit anxious and ill. I don’t like being touched especially by some bitch I don’t know and she’s so short her face was in my crotch. It made me uneasy and at that point I knew it was her or two others.
Do you go up and hug someone you’re screwing with on the Internet? Doubtful.
ALL my friends, and some have dead children too, will now know what a low life this woman really is, and for what?
Some hot date with Parnell back in 1965?
She also pretended to be Sherry Beard.
Vic and I know there was nothing we could do for our only son we all adored. Rehabs here, rehabs in Mexico, not as expensive, but nothing helped.
Not only do I go to sleep without him calling me, which he did every night, messed up or not, I was going to sleep wondering who the ass was that wrote me.
Now I know and now you know how low Par and Char will go to get people to do bad stuff for them.
This bitch, Becky Boyer, will write you about your only son, who died just to fk with you.
CRICKETS.
H
