Jan Spillman

Woodlawn High School

Class of 1982

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Jan Spillman - Class of 1982 - Woodlawn High School

First Name	Jan
Last Name	Spillman
Graduation Year	Class of 1982
Gender	Female
Current Location	Baton Rouge, Louisiana
Hometown	Baton Rouge, Louisiana
About Me	"When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us." ~ Alexander Graham Bell ~ I always remember to count my blessings; at times they are few but I never forget when they are many! those are the ones that seem to come just when we need them most, (even though I've lost so very much in my life) which is why I continue to keep my faith; no matter what! That is why I named my youngest daughter, Christian Faith! Unfortunately, for reasons that must remained unnamed at this time, you won't see much of my beautiful daughter, Christy's pictures of the last 3 or 4 years. She's 8 years old now but her photos will not be posted on the internet; at least not on this site. Let's just say, she's sort of a celebrity. In our eyes, she's a big celebrity! We have to be careful with these things..esp. when it comes to our daughters..although boys can also become victims. The key is to be with your child through all the "activity" the whole way. Even when she's crowned Miss America, be as close to your side as you can. If I had another chance , I would do things very differently. Today, I'm not able to make choices based on whether or not they are right for me. I have to do what is best for my children and what keeps them safe. Our children are the foundation of the future & the most important people in our lives!~ I have lived a very hard life, but I have always been a survivor. The hardest thing I'm having to deal with now, is trying to remain sane, while caring for the insane! My granddaughter is a gift from God and I treasure the time I can spend with her, for she gives me much needed love, peace, happiness and SANITY!~Children are the most wholesome part of the race, the sweetest, for they are the freshest from the Hand of God. Whimsical, ingenious, mischievous, they fill the earth with joy and good humor. We adults live a life of apprehension to what they think of us; a life of defense against their terrifying energy; a life of hard work to live up to their great expectations. We put them to bed with a sense of relief - and greet them in the morning with delight and anticipation. We envy them the freshness of adventure and the discovery of life. In all these ways, children add to the wonder of being alive. So, when I found out I was betrayed by my "best friend," I had to add my story to this, about me, section, (that very seldom actually gets read) because you never know who you can trust or how evil a human being can really be. When you love someone, you are blinded. This is my story, in part: Most of the friends I have had I've known for many years. Some have moved away from this miserable place and I miss those friends, so much. I didn't get to get out of here, but I'm traveling now, and intend to move to Florida, full time to be with my Mom, as soon as I am well enough, hopefully within the year. I've always wanted to move to the Pacific Northwest, but now, I don't even want to live in the United States. Don't get me wrong! I'm a dedicated American. But our once United States are no longer united, and in many ways, I've been robbed of my own constitutional rights, while I watch people that were not born here, get all the assistance that I also, qualify for, if we're following the same rules. Also, my goal is to only need help until I can get to the right doctor and get the surgeries that I need on my neck, arms and spine. Although, I haven't had it formally diagnosed, I think the repair of my cervical discs (My MRI s show ruptures and herniated discs, in all my cervical discs but doctors continue to turn me away or refer me and refer me until I'm without any help)will fix the problem with my arms, that starts in my shoulders, and goes all the way to my hands. No one deserves this. Do they? I cannot agree that I deserve this, and often wonder why or how I'm being treated (or not) this way. I've had a really raw deal in life, and I do my best to not be resentful. If not for my CHRISTIAN FAITH, I'd have ended my life many times over, but Jesus and my Christian Faith, have awakened me to the fact that I must cherish my short time here. It isn't always easy, when you've been dealt a shitty hand, in this game of life, that is oh so serious, at times. When the friends you loved so much have managed to find success in California or somewhere else, that I'd much rather be, but that isn't God's plan for me. Some of my dear friends remained, and I found a few more. In 2008 one of two women turned on me. One I found about 12 years ago. Another had been my friend for 32 years, since childhood. Neither confessed to these horrible deeds, but, my so-called best friend vehemently blamed the other woman. Yes, I believed her and was blinded by the fact that we were "best friends", like sisters. So I thought all my life. We did everything together for years! I was maid of honor in her wedding and she in mine. I was blinded and didn't believe. I never wanted to believe that someone I loved with all my heart; someone that I thought loved me the same, could ever do anything like this to anyone, much less her..."best friend." She would put on this act to my face, which when I look back, I wonder how I couldn't see through her falseness. She is the reason the word, "frienemy", was invented, lol! This year, on Valentine's Day, I called to wish my BFF (still can't believe I thought for 32 years, she was) a Happy Valentine's Day! I also called to tell her goodbye, because I had plans to go stay in Florida with my mother. My mother loved Pam also, loved her like a daughter. So sad.I've recently suffered a severe trauma, but I had no clue at the time that my BFF had spent the last several years, on the phone, with people of persuasion, trying to destroy my life for the past several years. I'll never know her real motive. The evidence suggests that because she always wanted a little girl, and couldn't have one, she didn't want me to have one either. She set out to make sure I didn't. She did things that were beyond evil, that have been proven, without doubt. I have started my life over because of her, and my health problems. I'm moving permanently, asap, because of the horrible event that destroyed my life. Before I knew Pam was one of the biggest instigators, I asked her not to speak of this event to a certain person that she talks to on a regular basis. That was the moment she couldn't contain her lies for any longer!! That's when she exploded in a rush, of long, withheld evil truths!! You see, for years, since the unspeakable happened, to my face, she was sweeter than sugar and claimed she could hardly believe how horrible this other individual was for destroying my life! How could someone that was supposed to be such a dear friend stab me in the back so viciously!? When I asked her not to speak of the event when I called to tell her goodbye on Valentine's Day, she screamed profanities, told me no one gave a f* about me or my kids and threatened to do horrible things to myself and my family, but especially threatened my grandchildren!!! This woman admitted she would do again what she did so many years ago!?!OMG! The person I called, my best friend and sidekick since 1981, gave me a nice Valentine's Day present. I was in shock when my "best friend" admitted to me that she was the one who tried to destroy my life, most likely in hopes that it would cause me to commit suicide! Now which one of us is more insane?!? What she did was so wrong and so crucifying, that I have not been able to talk about it to anyone who could possibly help me and the other innocent parties that suffered because of what she did. Not my therapist, not my pastor, or anyone else. Because of the trauma I suffered from what she did to destroy my life years ago, the minor anxiety and depression I'd dealt with in the past, is now, so much worse! I can't even describe it in words. I now suffer from ADHD, Major Depression, (to the point of crying for hours each day)Panic Disorder, and PTSD, which is daily devastation, because I have to relive the nightmare over and over again. Honestly, I just want to forget this person ever existed, but it isn't that easy. I'll suffer the rest of my life because of her evil actions. The girl I called my sister. The girl I picked for a sister instead of the sister I have! Now I'm trying to rebuild THAT relationship. Also, I love Pam's mother like my own and her sister, Leigh-Leigh, as if she were my own sister!AND, I know her mother had nothing to do with this and believe her sister did nothing wrong either. She had longer strings to pull, so she did. Unfortunately, when the horrible event happened, I was financially and emotionally unprepared and I come from a tiny family, and my brother or sister don't live right down the street. The words of judgement that came out of my ex friend, Pam Grants' mouth were completely unfounded! They were utter lies, screamed in my ear, loud enough to cause physical damage. Sadly, because she knew how much I loved her, she enjoyed the fact that she could hurt me and my family so badly. How I missed the evil, I don't know. I'd seen it before but I never thought she'd use it on me. I should have gotten her out of my world the first time I saw her in action. I'm paying dearly now, for how wrong I was!! Before Valentine's Day 2013, I never judged her. Not when she left her young children for her mother to raise, while she lived on the streets or with a crack dealer for eight years, smoking crack and living with one pimp after another. I didn't judge her while high on cocaine, she signed her rights away to son number two of four stepping stones, because she wasn't ready to be a mother until her youngest children reached their teens. That was when I started my research: When she did her time in prison, she was bragging to the women there about how she loved being a crack whore and how in love she was with her crack addicted pimp, who was old enough to be her father, and she loved him so much she'd "work" all night and bring him all the money,or face a beating by her pimp. And she was a pretty girl, and this was an ugly, abusive man. I did not see her until after it was all over. She claimed that he seldom beat her because she knew how to do her job well and so enjoyed her job, that when she got "home" her pimp would give her a little crack and they would have sex. Now sadly, many guys would be sexually aroused by reading that part. In actuality, she got STDs and broken bones and Pam was very lucky to NOT GET AIDS! After she'd been out all night having sex with any man that would pick her up on Plank Road or Airline Hwy., she had to please her pimp to keep from being beaten. Yes, she went through a rough time. Maybe that's part of her motive? I wasn't in her life during that time, because NO ONE COULD TALK ANY SENSE INTO THAT GIRL. She didn't care about anything but crack at that time, and said so, every time her family tracked her down. They had to once a year, to get her to sign temporary custody of her boys to her Mother and Sister; for eight years in a row!! I've had my problems but I never gave my children to my mother to raise and I and I definitely NEVER had a pimp that beat me on a regular basis. And she was in love with this pimp anyway!! Mind boggling! 11 years ago a nice guy found this, this female human in a bar extremely drunk. He chose to take her under his wing and take her home and clean her up, so to speak. Well, he fed her crack till she nearly died. (Strange way to try and keep her straight)Then when she had her fill, after about two months of non stop crack use.. he married her. And that's where she came up with his nickname. His, and any other guy who would do something similar to what he did. She admitted she only married him because he was a lot older and made good money. His nickname she referred to him as, behind his back? "Captain Save a Ho!" ie; "that b** needs to get her own Captain Save a Ho. She can't have mine." She has cheated on poor "Captain Save a Ho" LOL NOT(you get what you pay for mister) with old sugar daddies tipping the scale at close to 500 lbs.,while he was out of town working, to provide them the wonderful life Pam has because of her husband. Once a ho always a ho? But she judged me and called me names because I didn't marry a rich man. I'm alone now because I want a soul-mate, and wanted my husband to be that, but he's more like my best friend and brother, because I do love him with all my heart. We have been living apart for close to a year and a half, and I have not been on the first date, with anyone. Our sex life ended long ago. Pam always told me and reminded me that I'd never have what she has! Truth told, the only work she's ever done is prostitution but she told me I wasn't a good person. She convinced me that another girl did what she did and caused me to blame, for over four years, an innocent party that could have been a friend during that time. I'm deeply sorry, Melanie. At least Melanie isn't a pathological liar! Pam, that I mistakenly called "friend" for 32 years only cares about herself, but I somehow could not comprehend that of the girl I thought I knew. The chick I knew was crazy and a bit wild, and she even hurt a few people, but I never threw her away and always was a true friend. If she needed a shoulder to cry on, I was there. During her eight years she was on the streets, I saw her maybe half dozen times, but she was completely unreachable. I don't know how her husband did what he did, but she is brainwashed to not remember any of the stuff she did to hurt her family and friends during her years on the streets. I don't think I'll ever get over this. There is not anything worse anyone could have ever done to me and because she knew that, she did it. Only to hurt me, except many other innocent people were hurt in the process. Thanks to the girl I thought was my best friend. Again, for the safety of anyone she may attempt to befriend; BEWARE! This woman's name is PAMELA LYNN GRANT LANDRY! (sue me! can't get a silk purse from a sows ear) PAM GRANT. Watch out for her! She's a snake in the grass. Only people that really know her will know who I'm talking about. She doesn't socialize with anyone these days so I doubt a soul would know who I was talking about. She is pure evil, so there are very few that would even want to know the person she really is, especially her Psychiatrist! She has no worries. I'm sure she's safe from anyone having a clue who I'm speaking of becau...(read more)