Family Ties

And We're Back

2 years later....
Roberta's POV
Me:Maddie come on honey we are waiting on you.
Maddie: I'm coming mommy!!

I find myself reminiscing on when it didn't take little to nothing to get out the door but now... Sheesh hahaha life here in the Jackson household has been a amusement park. Life's Rollercoaster. A share of ups and downs. I guess that's to be expected when you're 42 and your husband is 44 and our children are growing expeditiously. With a almost 8 year old an 5 year old and a almost 3 year old a whirlwind is to be expected. I guess you can say we all have been growing. The biggest problem that took over our family did an equal amount of good and bad. Thank God for family. I knew I couldn't handle Michael's problem by myself. I remember that he is apart of a huge family and they helped when I thought I couldn't take it anymore. I love my husband honestly but every day was a mystery and although I'm use to mystery in my life this was soo hard to Crack open. I took matters in my own hands one day by hiding his new found hobby and that didn't end too well. When your husband, the man you married for better or worse, richer or poor, in sickness and in health has absolutely no problem with tying you to your bed until you confess up that's where it's time for help. You heard me correctly.... My husband... Michael Jackson tied me to our bed after I got mad and told him I hid his "medicine" and didn't care about the fact that our three children were going to worry about their mother. I had to lie and tell them that I left for work. I left.. I did... And thought about what to do next to save my marriage and my family. It was like we didn't know each other at all. After he let me go I packed me and my children up and went to my house in Encino. I knew that if we didn't get it together our marriage now going on 8 years would be over. So after a thoughtful night I met up with Janet and Jermaine and we planned a intervention because when you're OK with hurting your wife you have a problem. The intervention happened and to say that I would've been OK with signing our divorce papers is an understatement. At first he did a whole lot of denying... He did soo much denying that I gave him my ring back and then I told him that I'm leaving until he get his shit together... I stepped out because it was too much for me to watch. The man that did the intervention came and found me and brought me back inside. I sat on the opposite side of the room this time and watch this 5'9 man crumble in defeat. I really would've been OK with signing our divorce papers. That pain was stronger than my recovery from my C-section. When it was all said and done we had to do therepy. It took me a while to go back home with him.... He had a lot of proven to me and my kids who still didn't think he could do no wrong. God bless them. Where am i? You wonder... Well I'm home with my children as I prepare for another painful good bye to the women who will forever mean soo much more to me than a manager. Lately it's been a lot of tearful good byes... It started in 2002....

Flashback begins....
April 22, 2002
4:00 a.m.
"Ring, Ring, Ring,"
Me: hello....
Bill: hello Roberta?
Me: bill it's four in the morning this better be good.
Bill:...sigh... I'm sorry to call you this early... I'm sorry but I just received a phone call that Lisa was involved in a tragic car accident... In Honduras.
Me: wait.... What!?
Bill: from what I was told everybody was in the car nine people to be exact....
Me: oh...no.... Please tell me they are OK bill please....
Bill: they all suffered serious injuries except Lisa.... I'm sorry Roberta
Me: what do you mean you're sorry!!??!
Bill: Lisa didn't make it... I'm terribly sorry. I have to call Rozonda and Tionne. I'll call you back with more information.
Me:...... *silently sobbing *.... OK.....

I literally can't breathe. I'm looking for my inhaler because if I hold my breath any longer I'll be on a verge of a asthma attack. I go downstairs and sit on the couch do the one thing we don't ever do is turn the TV on and turn to the news. On the screen in front of me the confirmation I wasn't prepared for is displayed in front of me. The TV which has a beautiful picture of my little sister with the numbers 1979-2002 and a lady who I can't even hear because my heart breaking over her voice is soo much louder. I'm at a whole loss of words as tears just fall down my face. Lisa why you baby girl... Why you leave me like this!?! Why!!!