Fitness model who got homeless after becoming an addict Loni Willison is blaming her ex-husband, “Baywatch” actor Jeremy Jackson, for her mental health deterioration.
In an interview that X17 Online published on Friday, the 39-year-old Willison—who has been spotted looking through dumpsters in California throughout the years—was asked where her life went wrong.
“My former spouse. Getting hitched. I got divorced, at least,” she answered.”He arranged for this to happen to me.”
After less than two years of marriage, the couple suffered a painful breakup in 2014.
During an apparent drunken altercation, Jackson allegedly attempted to choke Willison. The Post reached out to Jackson for an answer.
Willison formerly modeled for magazines like Flavour, Iron Man, and Glam Fit. She disappeared from the public view for over four years, until 2018.
Instead of her beautifully bronzed physique and gorgeous blonde hair, Willison had become disheveled, had short hair, and had lost her top teeth when she resurfaced.
During the interview on Friday, Willison said that her stomach hurts “really bad” and that she is “in a lot of pain.”
She said that she “can’t live inside anywhere” and that she is no longer allowed to be near power because she was “electrocuted” every day for about a year.
I believe that in addition to sensing electricity, I also detect other substances such as wire, various metals, fuses, batteries, and specific compounds. Therefore, I believe that my body even filters that kind of stuff,” she said.
I wouldn’t know for sure; I’d need to use a sonogram machine or a large X-ray machine to find out. It’s fairly intense.
When asked whether she had asked the city of Los Angeles for help, Willison replied, “There’s nothing that anybody can offer me.” There is nothing we can do to help.
She claimed to have received offers of help but never made a request for it.
She acknowledged that she’s “not necessarily” satisfied with her life’s course, saying, “There are good parts and there are bad parts, but whatever.”
The interviewer also noticed that she had serious injuries on her fingers. When he suggested that she have them checked out, Willison comforted him, saying, “I’ll be fine.”
In a 2018 interview, Willison discussed her energy issues with the Daily Mail. She said at the time that she was “getting tortured in my home, my apartment” due to her crystal meth addiction.
The 42-year-old Jackson has been open about his own battles with alcohol, drug, and steroid addiction.
In order to serve time in prison for allegedly stabbing a woman in Los Angeles in 2015, Jackson accepted into a plea deal in 2017.
He was also kicked off “Celebrity Big Brother” in 2015 after it was alleged that he had stolen model Chloe Goodman’s robe.
My Wife Left Me and Our Son When He Was a Baby – She Ruined My Life Again, Now 10 Years Later
Ten years ago, I stood in the hospital, holding my newborn son, overwhelmed with joy and love. I had envisioned our future together, filled with laughter, milestones, and cherished moments. My wife seemed equally ecstatic, or so I thought. But beneath her smiles, she harbored a resentment that I failed to see.
It was only a few months later that she shattered our world. One evening, as our son slept peacefully in his crib, she dropped a bombshell. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said with a coldness that froze my heart. She called our son a “burden” and spoke longingly of her “old life.” And then, without a second glance, she walked out on us. I stood there, numb, unable to process the abandonment. She never contacted us again, and honestly, I didn’t want her to.
Raising our son alone was the hardest challenge I ever faced. Every day was a struggle, but every smile from my son was a reminder of why I had to keep going. I vowed never to marry again, never to indulge in any vices. My sole focus was on raising this incredible boy. He became my hero, and I like to think I was his too.
A Shocking Revelation
Life moved forward, and we built a happy, albeit challenging, life together. Then, a few days ago, I received a message that turned my world upside down. It was from her, my wife who had vanished a decade ago. She claimed that my son was not biologically mine. The words were like a dagger to my heart. The universe seemed to collapse around me, the pain unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I was paralyzed with fear and disbelief, but I knew I had to find out the truth. The very next day, I took my son to a clinic for a DNA test. The wait for the results was agonizing. I kept replaying every moment of our life together, trying to make sense of her claim. My love for him never wavered, but I needed to know the truth. And if her words were true, I was prepared to fight back with everything I had.
The Unveiling of Truth
A week later, the results came. My hands trembled as I held the envelope. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened it. The truth was right there, in black and white. As I read the words, my eyes filled with tears.
He was not biologically mine. The ground seemed to vanish beneath my feet. I felt an overwhelming mix of sorrow, anger, and betrayal. But one thing remained clear – my love for my son was unshaken.
Determined to confront her, I reached out. We arranged to meet at a café. When she walked in, it felt surreal. She looked almost the same, but there was a hardness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. I confronted her with the DNA results, expecting some form of remorse. Instead, she smirked and shrugged it off. “I needed to find myself,” she said, as if that justified everything.
The Fight for Justice
Her indifference fueled my resolve. I decided to take legal action to ensure she couldn’t waltz back into our lives and disrupt the peace we had worked so hard to build. I sought advice from a lawyer and began the process of securing my parental rights and ensuring she had no claim over my son. The legal battle was draining, but I was determined to protect my son from further harm.
Throughout the ordeal, my son remained my anchor. He was aware something was wrong, but I shielded him from the worst of it. We continued our routines, finding solace in the small joys of daily life. His resilience inspired me to keep fighting. And slowly, the tide began to turn in our favor. The court granted me full custody, acknowledging the decade of love and care I had provided.
Moving Forward
The ordeal with my wife left scars, but it also strengthened the bond between my son and me. We emerged from the chaos with a renewed sense of purpose. I realized that biological ties were far less important than the love and commitment we shared. We continued to build our life together, cherishing every moment and facing challenges with unwavering determination.
Today, as I look back on those tumultuous years, I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the journey we’ve been on. My son is thriving, a testament to the power of love and resilience. And though the pain of my wife’s betrayal lingers, it no longer defines us. We have created a life filled with love, hope, and endless possibilities. And that, I believe, is the greatest triumph of all.
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