VICTIM OF IDENTITY THEFT

It happened before I knew it. She stole my face, my voice, my integrity, my good name. She embarassed me and my family. She also tried to have my son taken from me. She stole 9 years of my life. She took over my life. I met her one day and she shared her plan with me for utilizing me. She assured me that her tasks wouldn't take long. She convinced me that her strategies would acutally strengthen my capacity to raise my son. I couldn't believe that I welcomed, housed, and trusted a deceiver. She led me to believe that she was in my life to save me from poverty. That really caught my attention. She wanted to hang around the clock but I made a deal with her. I didn't want her around my son so I asked her to only show up after midnight and she agreed.

You may ask me why did I trust someone that stole my life? She was that woman I wanted to be. She came across as smart, hardworking, bold, strong minded, respected, fun, attractive, and energized. She always attracted attention. Men loved her. When she spoke people listened. She didn't take no crap. She was mission driven, and she didn't accept no for an answer. She was a make it happen person. She was creative and was respected in the business community. She was sexy and was not shy about it. Her name was Brandy. She told me that she was using that name in honor of my son Brandon, because everything she was supposedly doing for me was all about him and his future. She tapped into my heart on that one. Brandy was my altered ego and she was on a mission.

I let her in because I needed help. My sons father wasn't helping us financially. I was about to lose my apartment. The refrigerator was empty and my son was hungry. The guy I was dating was balling at the time and was paying the rent but he decided to move on. I needed and wanted help.

Brandys next moves affected the rest of my life. I would never be the same.