When I started this blog in 2011, I never thought that I would ever discuss Deborah Jeanne Rowe because I did not think she would be mentioned at all after Michael was murdered. Michael stopped dealing with that woman long before he was killed and the two children he had with her, Michael Jr. and Paris, had no communication with her. Things changed when news surfaced in April of 2013 that Paris was seeing Debbie at her ranch/home. When I read the article, I was furious because once again, Michael's wishes for his children were being ignored. The last thing his children have to deal with was the wrath of Debbie.
My "issue" with Debbie started in 1996 when I found out that Michael Jackson got married for the second time. I was shocked and I was hoping that his new wife would be of color. Boy, was I completely wrong. Not only was she not of color, she was unattractive and very happy. I saw probably the most strangest, oddest and off putting wedding picture of all time. Michael looked very unhappy and trapped while Debbie was elated and knew that she hit the jackpot. I knew that Michael was making a huge mistake and I also knew that the marriage was not real and that Debbie was bad news.
As the years went by, information regarding their "marriage" and the aftermath started to surface. The "union" between Michael and Debbie went from supposed "friendship" to downright terrible. This blog post is not about bashing Debbie Rowe and making her out to be the bad person - that has already happened. This blog post is about telling Michael's side of the story and in turn, forces the reader to consider that Debbie was with Michael for her own benefit. The facts and information that will be posted on here are not created from the sky but from actual evidence. I am expecting backlash from this because most of Michael's fans will never accept the fact that Debbie was the ultimate opportunist and did everything in her power to get what she wanted from Michael. I will accept the backlash. The root to this blog is to tell the truth about Michael and not lie to anyone about him. I would defeat the purpose of this blog if I ignored what Debbie did to Michael so that majority of Michael's fans can accept what I do. If that was the case, this blog would not exist. Anyway, read on and hopefully, you will see the real Deborah Jean Rowe.
My "issue" with Debbie started in 1996 when I found out that Michael Jackson got married for the second time. I was shocked and I was hoping that his new wife would be of color. Boy, was I completely wrong. Not only was she not of color, she was unattractive and very happy. I saw probably the most strangest, oddest and off putting wedding picture of all time. Michael looked very unhappy and trapped while Debbie was elated and knew that she hit the jackpot. I knew that Michael was making a huge mistake and I also knew that the marriage was not real and that Debbie was bad news.
As the years went by, information regarding their "marriage" and the aftermath started to surface. The "union" between Michael and Debbie went from supposed "friendship" to downright terrible. This blog post is not about bashing Debbie Rowe and making her out to be the bad person - that has already happened. This blog post is about telling Michael's side of the story and in turn, forces the reader to consider that Debbie was with Michael for her own benefit. The facts and information that will be posted on here are not created from the sky but from actual evidence. I am expecting backlash from this because most of Michael's fans will never accept the fact that Debbie was the ultimate opportunist and did everything in her power to get what she wanted from Michael. I will accept the backlash. The root to this blog is to tell the truth about Michael and not lie to anyone about him. I would defeat the purpose of this blog if I ignored what Debbie did to Michael so that majority of Michael's fans can accept what I do. If that was the case, this blog would not exist. Anyway, read on and hopefully, you will see the real Deborah Jean Rowe.
He knew he was screwed. Poor guy, 1996.
