Their Love Was Poison: My Revenge Was Sweet

My own mother, Brenda, killed my infant daughter using a hot dog.

What followed was unthinkable: my father, my brother, and Brenda herself spun a tale, blaming me.

They labeled me hysterical, a drama queen, an overprotective new mom with 'new-fangled nonsense.'

Brenda sobbed to the police, playing the role of a grieving grandmother, and the world swallowed her lies.

I lost my career, my life was shattered, and my husband' s desperate pleas for truth were ignored.

Drowning in despair, I sought an escape from the pain they inflicted, a final, desperate act.