
u/laurenzobeans

Devon is making me tired.
Listen. I get it. His kid was taken on a bizarre, confusing, week-long roadtrip without his permission. He had no idea what Mariah was doing/thinking, and he didn’t know if he would see his 7-year-old again. Dude has every right to be angry and horrified.
That said.
I genuinely do not understand what HE does not understand about the “why” of it all. Mariah was clinically psychotic. She was being directed by her evil, lifelong abuser- at least in her brain. He was real to her. He sat beside her. She knew in her heart that taking the kid from his family was wrong, but she genuinely believed, due to her psychosis and the hallucinations of Ian, that “Bowie” was “meant to be” her son. That he was “safest” with her.
The woman is sick. Period. What she did was wrong. She knows it. But at the time, in the thick of her psychotic break, her dead abuser had her convinced that it was ultimately for the best for everyone involved.
My point? Devon *has* the answers. He has the “why.” He can be angry. He can be hurt. He can take his time to process and get the help HE definitely needs to work through a terrible ordeal. He doesn’t have to forgive Mariah now, or ever. He owes her nothing.
But for the love of Pete, man: understand that psychosis and severe mental illness is never black and white. She “chose” to take him. Sure. And she was also convinced that Dom was hers. That his place was with her, according to the continued brainwashing of the ghost in her mind.
The girl needs continued help and medication and all the things. Stop acting like she was in control of her actions. She wasn’t.
End rant.
*NOTE*
I’m trying to add screenshots of our astronomical bills, but I guess I can’t add photos after the post is up. Feel free to DM me for proof. ❤️
Ellen Ripley (Ripley) is a precious, goofy, loving 3-year-old St. Bernard. She’s been through a lot in her little life. She came into our lives after being rescued from an abusive, neglectful situation. She was painfully underweight. She had skin infections. She had been tied up and ignored her whole first year of life. And yet, somehow, she is the sweetest, most trusting soul we have ever known.
Ripley loves me, and I adore her, but she is unquestionably Steven’s soul dog. She RAN to him when we met her, and she has been running to him, kissing him, sitting on him, and following his every step ever since. Her favorite thing to do is to run up behind us, cram her head and her entire big body in between our legs, and look up at us like, “heh, isn’t this the most fun!?!” When we try to walk, she walks, too. Like horseback, but completely silly. We call her our wagicopter, because her tail never stops going crazy with happiness.
Ripley developed a hot spot last weekend. We took her to the vet, they prescribed steroids, and we went home. Nothing too serious. Fast forward to Tuesday. She stopped eating, she was drinking bowl after bowl of water, but not going to the bathroom. Very quickly, she deteriorated. She couldn’t stand. She couldn’t even wake up. We rushed her to the emergency room, where they determined she was very sick with Addison’s disease. She was admitted to the hospital, where she remains in critical care.
The screenshot shared is for 24 hours of care. We are in the $22,000 range for her care at this point. A week of intensive care hospitalization, medications, feeding tube and central line placements, it is astronomical and scary. But we want to give her body what it needs to recover, and every possible chance to turn this thing around.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for anything you are able to do, whether it’s a donation or a share. It is deeply appreciated. Love to all. ❤️🙏
Hi, friends. Please delete if not allowed.
My family and I are dealing with an out-of-left-field health crisis with our sweet girl, Ripley. She is a three-year-old St. Bernard who came to us from a horrible situation of neglect. She is an angel, this girl. She has every reason to distrust humans, and yet, she is so full of love she can’t contain it. She’s just happy to be here, and she deserves more time.
Ripley was fine until she wasn’t. We knew something was very wrong on Tuesday. We couldn’t wake her up, and she was whimpering. She could hardly stand. We rushed her to the hospital, where they expressed how critical the situation was. All signs point to Addison’s disease and an Addison’s crisis. She was admitted to the hospital and has been receiving critical care ever since. There is hope, but her kidneys and blood sugar levels are having a hard time.
To date, we are in over $15,000. That number will continue to climb. It is a nightmare. She has so much more life to live, so much fun to have, and memories to make with her family who loves her dearly. But we need help. We just need to get her through this initial Addison’s crisis. Her body needs time and treatment and resources to heal. She can make it. I feel it.
Humbly, and with much love and gratitude, I’ve created a GoFundMe for Ripley’s treatment. I know times are tough for so many people. Anything you can do, if you are able and moved to do so, is so, so deeply appreciated.
Thank you so much for reading. ❤️🙏✨