Bobbi Kristina Brown’s Confidante Reveals Bobbi Kristina Told Her: “My Family Say I’m Crazy So They Can Get A Hold Of My Money”
via Daily Mail/Daphne Barak:
Leading interviewer Daphne Barak, one of Bobbi Kristina Brown’s closest confidantes, on the tortured last days of ‘a little girl lost’.
Today, Bobbi Kristina Brown lies unresponsive, hooked up to life support equipment in an Atlanta hospital. Nothing yet is certain about this young woman’s fate but, like most others, I fear the very worst.
And having known her for more than a year, I have been worried about a tragedy of just this kind.
Bobbi Kristina was delightful, but she was also a young lady who carried a heavy load. For the past 15 months, I have been talking to her about narrating a film concentrating on her late mother, Whitney Houston.
As we got to know each other, she confided more and more about her turbulent life and many insecurities.
Since Whitney died three years ago, Bobbi Kristina has felt increasingly lost. Still little more than a child today, she was only 18 at the time and emotionally shattered.
She turned to drugs and alcohol – I saw the evidence with my own eyes – and, in the process, became alienated from family members who might have supported her.
Found unconscious in a bathtub last Saturday, with evidence of drugs nearby, her own fate seems heartbreakingly similar to that of her mother, who was found dead in the bath of her Los Angeles hotel suite.
I first contacted Bobbi Kristina after seeing private footage of Whitney’s wedding to singer Bobby Brown. The elegance and the glamour of the occasion persuaded me to tell the story of this other Whitney, with her daughter as the narrator. Bobbi Kristina was delighted to be approached.
We started to speak regularly – the last time was just a few weeks ago – and eventually she came to stay. What she had to tell me was sad. How, for example, she feared some relatives wanted to cash in on the inheritance left for her by her mother.
How she witnessed Whitney’s drug abuse. How, in January last year, she married long-time boyfriend Nick Gordon, despite recent assertions to the contrary by her father Bobby. And how she longed to be a mother and a wife.
I came to know a girl badly in need of a family. More than anything else, it was the loss of her mother that struck home and there were times when I found myself almost in that role.
She told me: ‘I miss her like hell. When Mom passed, I was lost. She had taught me everything up until I was 18. How to be a woman. Now I am working on that alone. For me, she wasn’t Whitney Houston the star. She was my mom.’
Bobbi Kristina lived a rather naive, childlike existence. She seemed to believe that she was as famous as her mother, telling me ‘she taught me how to sing gospel and a cappella because it would make my voice stronger’. But the talent, of course, was no means the same.
Missing her mother, she began to distance herself from her father, as I found when she and Nick came to visit me in California last year.
I encouraged her to see Bobby. But she was a troubled young woman. She seemed angry with his wife, Alicia, calling her a ‘bitch’ and claiming she ‘has put him on weird stuff like yoga’.
Alicia was not the only target of her anger. At that time she was under the wing of her mother’s half-brother, Gary, and his wife Pat. But when Bobbi Kristina returned home to Atlanta, I received another frantic phone call. She said: ‘I have nothing to do with my Aunt Pat now. Can we fly to you? Can you fly us out to be with you?’
An every day thing such as booking a flight wasn’t something Bobbi had ever had to do.
As her family face the dreadful decision of whether to switch off her life support, one conversation leaves me feeling particularly uneasy.
Last March she said that, as she had turned 21, she had started to get money from her mother’s estate. Then she blurted out that she felt some family members were trying to portray her as unstable so that they could handle the money.
Who knows if the claim is true, but certainly the fight over the money began just hours after Bobbi was found unconscious.
While her father rushed out a statement insisting Bobbi was not married – the union would mean Nick was her nearest relative and so would inherit – Bobbi repeatedly told me that they were. Stina, as Whitney affectionately called her daughter, told me: ‘We went in front of a judge because we wanted it done.’
Just last summer, in a desperate bid to construct a family of her own, she confided that she was hoping for a baby. She also said she was planning a religious ceremony or ‘the most special wedding’ as she put it. ‘On Nick’s birthday in May. He is everything to me,’ she said.
It has often been claimed that Bobbi Kristina and Nick were brought up as half-brother and sister, and as such the relationship is inappropriate. Both Bobbi and Nick referred to Whitney as ‘our mother’.
But Nick’s family told me it was untrue that Whitney brought him to live with the family when he was 12, as is said. Instead, he lived with his mother Maxine until he was 16, before moving in with his grandparents, who insisted he either study or work. His response was to move in with Whitney and Bobbi Kristina.
Drug abuse is the other shadow darkening the tragedy. Bobbi Kristina admitted that living with Whitney could be traumatic. She and Nick saw her passing out from drugs – sometimes for days on end. At times, they were terrified she would die.
Bobbi Kristina herself took prescription drugs. It was all too clear when she and Nick came to visit. She complained they had ‘flu’, Nick in particular. ‘We are very sick. We need a doctor,’ Bobbi Kristina insisted. When I said my partner would drive them, she replied: ‘No, Nick will go. I am too famous to go.’
After visiting the doctor, Nick tried chemist after chemist. Bobbi Kristina stayed with us, chatting happily. She looked healthy.
When he surfaced with the pills he gave her some – and they ran off to their hotel. We phoned and phoned, but they didn’t pick up. Then they called us – three days later.
My partner later found a prescription made out to Nick in our Jeep. It was for Oxycodone, a highly addictive and powerful drug used to relieve severe cancer pain.
I wasn’t sure what to do. In the end I told Nick’s grandmother. Although Bobbi and Nick denied it, she knew better, saying she didn’t want to see them until they were clean.
Bobbi and Nick both insisted they weren’t taking anything. Nick called me, pleading: ‘You know it’s not true, Daphne. Say it’s not true.’ But there could be no doubt about it.
To me, Bobbi Kristina is sweet, intelligent and compassionate. But she is a little girl lost without the mother she adored – and probably copied. I pray that she recovers.
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