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My oldest boy and my Wife went to the Shell station Saturday night to get everyone something to drink...While they were there, (from what my oldest has told me), my wife started having trouble breathing and ended up passing out...He quickly called 911 and in three minutes the ambulance was there...I get a phone call and thought my wife had wrecked my truck, because all the oldest would tell me was I needed to come get the truck...I was able to get a ride to the Shell station when an officer pulled me over to the side and told me that they had to intubate her and that they were breathing for her...Then the officer told me that she had died and the EMT's were able to bring her back...They take her to the hospital and it doesn't get any better....

   It's pretty bad dude...She died on us three times, once at the Shell station, once on the way to the ER and again when they life flighted her to Jackson...They were able to get her back all three times and as it stands right now, she is in the Cardio Vascular Intensive Care Unit at Jackson Madison Hospital...She is stable, but critical. They have her on life support and they have dropped her body temp to 33 degrees to keep her brain from swelling...Today they started warming her body temp and said it will take a while in order for them to reach normal body temp...Once this is down, they will stop the sedatives and will allow her to start waking up to see if she'll start trying to breath on her own...Right now she is in a medicated coma...

   After she comes to, if she comes to, she'll have brain, diabetes, kidney, lung and heart specialists prodding and probing her for the next 2 months and then she might get to come home after that...But as it stands right now, that's just being hopeful...

   So right now I'm just running on instinct and nothing else....That's why I haven't been around for the last few days....I'm really just doing my best to keep it together for the boys...If I break they'll end up thinking or believing the worst and so I have to keep going and deal with this shit on my own...

   Yeah her mom and sister and my sister and dad are trying to help me deal with it, but as it stands right now, none of them understand a mothering fucking thing and I wish people will stop telling me that they know what I'm going through and telling me to call them if I wanna talk...

   They have NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH AND I DON'T NEED TO FUCKING TALK TO ANYONE...Yes, some of them have lost spouses and friends and lovers and whatever, but they don't know how I fucking feel or what I'm going through...I have people saying I'm sorry dude, it must be tough...

   YOU STUPID SONOFABITCH, REALLY, YOU THINK IT'S FUCKING TOUGH!!!  WHAT GAVE YOU THE FIRST FUCKING CLUE SHERLOCK MOTHERFUCKING HOLMES???

   DEAL WITH TWO KIDS who are MOMMA's boys all the way, One is 17 and the other is 9 and listening to them cry in thier rooms because their mom's aint fucking home...Try taking on the roll or putting on the shoes of someone who could defuse a situation by just looking at the kids...Take on the roll of someone who could make you laugh just by spilling a drink or something...

   You want to know what the hell I'm going through, I'm pissed off at her for not taking better care of herself, I'm pissed off at me for not taking the fucking steps that needed to be done before her ass ended up back in the fucking hospital...I'm pissed off at the man upstairs for putting my family through this mess, I'm pissed off at everyone that has literally told me "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GOING THROUGH", when they know FUCKING NOTHING about what I'm going through...

   I'm pissed off at myself for not even being able to be in her room and not being able to look at her...I'm pissed off because I cant even bring myself to touch her...I'm pissed off because everybody keeps telling me I need to be there with my wife and they all know that the fucking 80 mile round trip eats a lot of my gas for my truck, let alone how limited my funds are in even keeping the fuel in the truck...

   I'm fucking tired of everyone wanting to touch me and hug me or somehow show pity towards me...

   If these fucking people really wanna help me, how about helping supply me with the funds I need to drive and see my wife...How about come watch my fucking dog for the day so I can see my wife while my kids are in school...How about fucking pulling out that gas can in your goddamn garage and putting it in my gas tank...How about helping me out with a little bit of food to feed my kids...

   Quit telling that if there's anything you can do, to let you know...Because when I mention something about a few bucks for gas or a pack of fucking hotdogs so my kids can get something in their bellies, because our foodstamps haven't kicked in yet, and you tell me well I don't have it or I'll have it tomorrow...FUCK THAT, you said ask if I need anything to call, I call because I need a little fucking help because my wife is in the hospital and I need a little help with minor shit, and you're going to tell me you can't do it or you don't fucking have it...Well let me tell you MOTHERFUCKERS SOMETHING, I'M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU....Don't fucking tell me shit and when it comes time to collect on your word you back pedal and fight or lie to get out of owning up to your word....

   Sorry, nothing like this applies to you dude...I'm just so tired, worried, confused, upset and just trying to keep a check on my emotions and shit that I didn't mean to rant...Things just don't look good around here...The shit seems to be hitting the fan and I'm not prepped for shit like this...Hell, zombies, I'm ready for...Losing my wife and having to raise two kids alone, dude that's got the shit scared out of me...

   I'm trying to look on the fucking bright side, but it's really hard when you end up seeing your wife with tubes in her nose, lines in her arms and neck and a breathing tube down her fucking throat...

   So if anyone wants to know how I'm fucking doing, My wife is on her death bed and I have to boys that are emotionally stressed the hell out because their mom is in the hospital and I'm scared shitless...

   No offense to anyone, but please don't tell me you know how I feel...Because everyone feels shit different and this is the most scariest shit I've ever been through and this is NO FUCKING walking in the park....

   I'm posting this as a reply to so many emails of everyone asking me how's things going...I don't mean any offense by any means of what I said or direct any of this towards anyone here, I just had to update everyone on what's going on...ANd today I really had enough of "If there's anything I can do, Call me" fuckers that I had to let it out...

Miss you guys....

Jessie

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Oh Jessie. There are no words. I wish I could give you all a hug or do ANYTHING to help but the reality is I can't. I will say a prayer for your family, keep you in my hearts and be here if you ever need to tak and I UNDERSTAND that right now none of that is enough. Know there are people who care very much and hate to see someone so nice in so much pain.

Thanks Sweety...

   Well it was a nice service...Which of course, mine and my wife's relationship was never really normal...(LOL) I mean come on, our song was Follow Me by Uncle Kracker and that song talks about a woman cheating on her man...So it was never normal...(LOL)  But I guess that's why we mashed so well, we were two peas cut from different pods, but we compleminted each other with our differences...We did have one hiccup, but that's because the computer and the TV shut down, but other then that it was really nice...

I want to Thank everyone for their condolences and the prayers...Thank You so much...

Jessie:

So sorry for your loss.  I haven't checked in here for a few days and was shocked to see your original post and am devastated to see the following posts.

For what its worth, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

--
R.J. Spears

Thanks my friend...It's been a rough few days with my 9 year old...Nightmares, bad dreams and sleepless nights...But it'll start settling down after he start talking about it...Which him and his brother are talking to councilors at school, so they have plenty of help...Saturday night after I got the boys to bed and the house was quite, I turned on the radio and the TV just for noise to hide my sobbing like a little baby...

   I Thank you for your condolences...But we'll get through this, we're taking it one day at a time...

The boys talking to a grief counselor would help them with the trauma especially later on down the line.

I gave Lj his momma's pillow last night before he went to sleep and he slept all night long without any problems...I got a phone call from the school counselor and he seems to be able to talk to her more then he wants to talk to me right now...Which as long as he is talking to someone, be it me or another adult at school, then I'm happy...

   Jason, my step-son, who's 17, has had a lot more on his plate besides his mom passing...His real dad has decided to try and pull a bunch of shit, the day after his mom passed...He's got Jason believing that there's nothing I can do if he comes and gets Jason and takes him back to North Carolina...And has basically tried to fill the boy's head with a bunch of bullshit...

   Done been to the local police and sheriff departments and explained what was going on and Jason being 17...They said that they would have to come to the house if they were called and talk to Jason, but they couldn't really do anything but ask Jason if he wanted to stay with me and his brother or leave to go to North Carolina...And when he tells them he wants to stay, there's nothing they can do because he is 17 and has the right to chose who or where he wants to be...

   Basically, his dad wants to stop paying child support and steal Jason's survivor's benefits...All this this shit over money...It's not the well being of Jason, it's what kind of money that Jason may be collecting or him stopping child support payments...

   But first that son of a worthless bitch has to come comfront me at my door before he can bring the cops into the situation...So when that bastard comes to my door, that cocksucker will end up being beat to where the motherfucker will be knocking on death's door...

   Hell, all he has to do is wait till Jason's birthday in December where the boy will turn 18...I swear this poor boy has had is whole fucking world turned up side down because of an asshole who was never there...

   Hell, I met Denise when he was 4 1/2 or 5 years old and treated the boy like he was my own ever since then...Hell I basically raised the boy...The time his real dad wanted anything to do with him was when he felt his daddyhood was being questioned by his parents...Then he would come get him for the day, but then drop Jason off over at his real dad's parents house...Hell it took the assfucker damn near 6 years in order to get his child support caught up because he refused to pay it...Hell I stil remember the weekend he was supposed to come and get Jason and take him on a scout camping trip and the motherfucker never even had the guts to call to tell Jason he couldn't make it...45 minutes before the scout campout started, I had to throw everything into the car and race across town and into the countryside to make it in time for the campout...I busted my time in that old buick in order to get him there on time...We made it with only 10 minutes to spare...

   Anyways, looks like the swamps of TN might be getting a new resident if that prick shows up here trying to start any shit...

   Already called the child support office to notify them of Denise's passing, talked to the caseworker in which took care of the child support for Jason...They even told me that because Jason is 17 and has decided to stay with us, which he has, there's nothing his sperm donor father can do about it even in North Carolina...So between what TN law and NC law says as long as Jason is 17 and wants to stay with his brother and me, there's nothing that worthless money grubbing bastard can do...

   Anyways, I will be going this Friday morning or first thing next Monday to finish up paperwork for the survivor benefits for the boys...I doubt I'll get any, but if I do, that would be alright, but just about all of it will be going to get Lj and Jason some new clothes and shit like that...

   I figured I would update everyone on what's been happening...Seems like a lot, but as it goes, there's nothing peaceful about my life...(L)

   Anyways, we're taking it one day at a time and dealing with the everyday problems which comes with the passing of Loved one...

If it's any comfort. I know for a fact the boys are eligible for the benefits. And they will remain so as long as they are either 18 or in school. Once they graduate high school. The benefits stop. And I think that even you are eligible as long as you are raising them. The social security website can tell you all about the ins and outs of social security survivor benefits. My mom, sister and I drew them clear up until I graduated. It's worth checking into.

This has been one fucked up week that's for sure...(LOL) Trying to figure out a routine  for me and boys and now my dad is being fucking paranoid about these fucking work hours...As long as I work the fucking hours, there's nothing that the people can say about it...I fucking swear...They would have time to do shit, (my dad and is bitch), if they get their fucking asses up and leave the fucking house before fucking noon...Hell he could have at least waited till next week and say something...But like fucking always, it's always about him and what he wants...I got news for him, he's getting ready to get a big fucking dose of karma pretty soon...Hell, it ain't like his fucking girlfriend works all her hours...Hell, they get their asses up and get the fuck out the fucking door, they could have everything done by fucking 2pm...But because they want to drive half way across TN to check the price on something fucking stupid, that they end up finding at walmart here in town cheaper...I'm only shorten my work day by 2 hours but hell on the following saturday I end up making up any time I missed anyways, so why he's having a fit now is just beyond my comprehension...It seems people forget really fast around here that I do quit a fucking lot, but when I need help all I get is fucking, let me know if there's something I can do...And needing to be off work by 2 so I can make it home to get Lj off the bus, doesn't mean he can't get his ass out the fucking door and get the shit he needs done, done...Hell, when I go shopping I'm in and out within a few minutes, unless it's grocery shopping and I have a list to go by and I'm still in and out within 45 minutes or no longer then an hour tops...He just doesn't understand, hell my mom passed away when everyone was grown up and out of the house, he never had to raise kids by his self...Well, I'll make him a little happier, but it ain't going to be by fucking much...He's going to get his fucking time, but he'll have to be back here by 4 and no later...Which means he'll still have to get his ass up and out of the house when I get there and back here before 4...So as usual I'll be pissing him off in the morning... I'll get it set up that Lj goes over to a friend's place till I get home, but I have to be there no later then 4:30 to pick him up...Which means his ass to be home by 4 so I can leave by a little after...Granted my friend would keep him as long as I need her too, but an hour and a half will be fine for me and it'll be just enough to piss my fucking dad off...Either he's going to have to deal with it or fire me...This ain't the only fucking job out there...Specially when I go and have hours which will keep most businesses from having to pay for full time help...I've got it figured out that even if I have to go to work for McD's, as long as I get 27 hours a week, I'll still be able to pay my lights and cable bill each month...So as it stands right now, these selfish ass people will get their up and comings when they least expect it...But for me, it just ain't soon enough...

    No one can fucking wait for awhile so I can figure shit out, it has to be now, now, now...This is getting to the point someone is going to end up losing a job...And that someone is me...Then let him call me hollering about he needs me to watch my brother and I tell him lame as excuse...I'm tired of all this fucking drama the past few days and wish it would all just go the fuck away...That's all I want, for every ounce of drama to go the hell away....

I know you are stressed out beyond belief buy I know things get better. Please be strong for your boys they need you.♡

I'll make it through...I always do...(LOL)  Fall in a pile of shit and come out smelling like shit, but make it through it without damaging anyone...(LOL)

   Things are goin to get easier once people realize that I'm done taking their shit...I've taken all I can stand...

   I'm just glad I have a place I can go vent and people sort of or kind of understand...

   I lost my wife and now I'm losing my step son due to his piece of shit (sperm donor) father has now decided that Jason has to go live with him...This piece of shit only paid child support because he was court order...Anyways, this is way to much drama to try and explain...But as it stands, he has to go live with his Aunt Amy for the next three and a half months till his 18th birthday...So as for now, my family is broken all due to a motherfucker who feels that he should be getting his hands on Jason's Survivor benefits...

   I did however fuck his thinking up, I told the social security office that his grandmother had custody of Jason and that Jason's benefits will be going to her and she will be splitting the benefit sum up between a savings account and the rest will be sent to his Aunt in which will go to getting Jason the things he needs...Which means this worthless prick will not be able to see a dime of Jason's benefits...

   But we have tried everything...Even going as far as trying to get a lawyer...But because my wife died before any paperwork could be drawn which leaves me out of trying to do anything....And as of right now, there is nothing in this world I, his grandmother can do to keep the boy here with me...

   Jason's (sperm donor) dad, gave Jason a choice to go live with his grandmother, his Aunt Amy or him...Jason told him neither, he wanted to stay with me and his brother....Well, his (sperm donor) dad, (cause the bastard never lived up to being Jason's dad in the 13 years me and the wife had been together), just doesn't like me because I proved to him what a real dad should be like and well, he has hated my guts for a long time...

   Hell, he never even tried to teach the boy to fight, I had to teach the boy how to fight and not to fight fair...(LOL) Anyways, As of Friday of this week my step son Jason will not be living with me and Lj, he'll be living with his Aunt Amy till December 26th of this year...On the 26th his Aunt Amy will bring him back and on the 27th he will be celebrating his 18th birthday and no matter what his dad tries after that, we can just tell him to go to hell...

   Poor Lj is having the roughest time...He lost his mom and just two short weeks later he's loosing his brother....All because of a money grumbing worthless prick....

This is going from bad to worse. Just try and relax because you have to keep focus on your kids.♡

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Posted by Jessie W. Garrett III on June 26, 2023 at 1:00am

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