Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Three Days Ago, Everything Changed My Life Derailed in Just Ten Words PART5 #26

Episode Date: September 11, 2025

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T.W. Death in labor slash death during a natural disaster. Before I go further, for this part, it's important for me to tell you this. The events I'm recounting happened in my family, in real life and the emotions of the characters for this part, are actually mine. I witnessed that as a kid and young adult. The family members know that I'm writing this story, just so you don't think I'm being disrespectful to people who also went through these types of events. Back to the story.

Oh my God, Carl. The kid didn't do anything. Leave him alone, Donna screamed. Well, his dad was responsible, wasn't he? Carl answered. Donna went away to take care of the kids. She's really like her mom. That's sweet.

But nobody wanted to talk, they were there for their weekly family lunch, and didn't expect my visit, so it was way too much in one sitting. Bonnie asked me if I really didn't know what happened. I told her that, except from what I was just told, no. I didn't know anything. John begged them to tell me, because they were tired and didn't have the strength to keep reopening old wounds.

So, here I was, left in a kitchen with two people who clearly hated me. Where was I? Yes. My dad's first kids. Someone on my first post assumed that Donna, Ellie and John would hate me and wanted nothing to do with me. Well, they were right in the sense that, Marina, Simon and Robert, my actual siblings, did actually hate the thought of me existing.

They refused to interact with me in any way. They refused to acknowledge me, hold me, play with me. Anything. And when I was born, they were either adults or almost out of the house. You see, Phil and Tracy got a divorce when the kids were pre-teens-slash teenagers and Phil met my mom extremely quickly, there was no cheating, and they got married fast. Because my dad was always at work, and he needed someone to take care of the kids when they weren't with Tracy. She wasn't allowed full custody so they had to live with my dad and my mom. Apparently, my mom said that it was love at first sight for her and I get it.

Do you know why dad and Tracy got a divorce? Because she found his journals detailing how crazy in love he was with Nala and that he regretted not only getting married to the wrong woman, but having kids that weren't Nailas. That's the reason he was so present in D, J, and K's life. Sorry, I'm using initials, it's faster to type. Since their dad was still in the military at that point he hoped he could take his place as a paternal figure. Which never worked, of course, but still. After the divorce, Tracy sent a bunch of files to Nala, titled, In Case Anything Happens to Me. She didn't say anything else because Nala was an amazing friend and a great presence in her kids' lives and she didn't want to lose that.

Nala was still present in my dad's life, because after the divorce, she wanted to keep an eye on the children, when Tracy wasn't around, especially Robert and Simon. Hence, more pictures with my dad, K, D, and J. You know what the worst part in all of this is? I do remember seeing some photos with three other kids I didn't know. But they were neighborhood kids, according to my dad. How sick is that? Calling your own children, Neighborhood kids. What kept her there was also the fact that she was my godmother,

and she was worried for my mom because she could feel that my dad was not right in the head. Kelly finally came back with a photo album, full of pictures from their childhood. Some of them included my siblings. And I could tell they were my siblings. I look almost identical to Robert. I felt connected to them. She said that the stuff their mom left me was actually a box of trinkets, memories, and letters to remember my siblings by. But my dad has it so, I don't know where it is.

Probably went into the trash a long time ago. When I was two years old and Robert turned 16 in December 2004, Tracy took him, Marina and Simon on a trip to Indonesia. It was both a birthday and a Christmas gift. The tsunami took them. They never returned. My dad didn't really care that much, unfortunately, he had a new wife and me already. Again, sick F-U-C-K.

But Nala, Winston and their kids. kids looked for them for so long, hoping they had survived. But they didn't. They buried empty caskets. They grieved and tried to move on. Nala then opened the, in case anything happens to me, files and read everything. It was my father's journals. She decided to cut ties with him then and there, but still asked her children to look after me from afar. Winston also decided that it was time to retire from the military and got a good job at a security company or something, I don't really understand all the details. After that, life resumed. But, surprise, two years later, Nala got pregnant again. It wasn't planned. But the family was still

ecstatic about it. When he found out, my dad lost it. He became depressed, he would snap at my mom, completely ignore me. Three weeks before Nala was supposed to give birth, he showed up to her place and confessed his feelings, everything. He told her he was tired of her making him wait. But Nala already knew all of that, because of the journals. They got into a screaming match that got physical, my dad pushed her on the ground because he was blinded by so much rage and left in a hurry.

Nala thought she was okay and foolishly didn't go to a doctor. She told Winston what had happened. Winston then showed up to my parents' place and told them to stay away from his family or there would be consequences. Unfortunately, Nala should have gone to a doctor. Because the day after that, she started bleeding and went into early labor but unfortunately, it was too late. Apparently they did everything they could, the family prayed to every God possible.

But there was no miracle. She didn't survive and neither did the baby. At that point D, K and J were back with their respective spouses. A woman, who I assumed was Kelly's wife, said that we should come eat because, it was enough for now. A kid took my hand and I followed him. That's it for now because I'm exhausted. I can hear my parents knocking at my door to, talk about this, but I'm not done telling

this story so they'll have to wait. F these people. To E continued.