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 Twin Sons Stopped Talking After My MIL Spent the Weekend with Us – One Night, I Finally Heard Them Speak and Was Taken Aback
When my twins stopped talking after a visit from their grandmother, I thought it was just a phase. Therapists, doctors—nothing worked. Then, late one night, I overheard them speaking in hushed tones, their words unraveling a secret that shattered everything I thought I knew about my family.
It started with the whispers. Faint, and unclear murmurs coming from Jack and Will’s room. At first, I thought I was dreaming—after all, my twin boys hadn’t uttered a single word in months. But the moment I leaned against their door and heard Jack’s voice, clear and trembling, I froze.
Woman eavesdropping | Source: Midjourney
“I can’t stay silent anymore. This will kill Mom when she finds out.”
Kill me? Find out what? My heart pounded as I strained to hear Will’s reply.
“But you heard Grandma,” he said. “Dad is handling it. And Vivian is waiting for us.”
Vivian? Who’s Vivian? And what on earth did Grandma say?
I didn’t storm in right away—not yet. I felt my legs weaken, every part of me screaming to fling the door open, to hold my boys, to demand answers. But something about the way they spoke, the weight of their words, stopped me cold.
Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
To understand how we got here, you need to know this: my mother-in-law, Patricia, visited us exactly twice in ten years. The first time was right after Jack and Will were born.
The second time? Three months ago.
The boys adored her at first. They called her “Gram,” hung on her every word, and begged her to stay longer. And she did. But by the time she left, everything had changed. Patricia took them aside for one “private little chat,” and they haven’t spoken since—not to me, not to their dad, not even to each other.
Senior woman with her two twin grandsons | Source: Midjourney
Therapists, doctors, rewards, punishments—nothing worked. The boys remained silent, their once lively voices replaced by a void that felt like a constant shadow over our home.
Eventually, the specialists gave it a name: Temporary Mutism—a condition where a child might stop speaking, often triggered by shocking news or a traumatic event.
Then, last night, everything changed.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the door open.
As I entered, my twin boys, Jack and Will, sat on their beds, their backs stiff with tension. For a second, all I could do was stare. They had spoken. After months of suffocating silence, I’d heard their voices.
It felt surreal—like I was dreaming, or maybe losing my mind. My heart raced, caught between elation and dread. Elation because the silence was finally broken. Dread because of what I’d overheard.
Twin boys in their room | Source: Midjourney
“What are you two talking about?” I demanded, my voice trembling. The joy of hearing them speak was quickly replaced by unease. Jack flinched his entire body trembling. Will wouldn’t even look at me. They looked so small, so fragile, and yet so guilty.
Jack finally broke the standoff, his voice shaky and uneven. “Mom, we didn’t mean to… it’s not our fault… please forgive us.”
My heart cracked at his words. Forgive them? For what? My mind raced, struggling to understand. “Forgive you? What are you even talking about?”
Mother talking to her sons | Source: Midjourney
Jack opened his mouth, then shut it again. He looked over at Will, who bit his lip and a moment later blurted out. “Grandma told us not to tell you… but she said we’re not really your kids.”
The world stopped. Not my kids? The words didn’t make sense. They echoed in my head, sharp and cruel, refusing to sink in.
“What?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “What are you saying?”
“She said we’re not your kids,” Jack mumbled, his head hanging low. He looked as if he wanted to disappear.
“That’s ridiculous,” I said, louder now. “Of course, you’re my kids. Why would she say something like that? That’s… it’s insane.”
Mother talking to her sons | Source: Midjourney
Jack’s wide, glassy eyes met mine. “I don’t believe it either, Mom,” he said, his voice breaking. “I mean… how could you not be our mom?”
My hands trembled as I knelt in front of them, cupping their faces. “Listen to me. Both of you. This is not true. I don’t care what Grandma said. You are my sons. Always.”
“But… what if she’s right?” Will whispered, his voice cracking.
I shook my head, swallowing back the lump in my throat. “No. We’re not entertaining that thought. I know how to put an end to this.”
Mother talking to her sons in their room | Source: Midjourney
Jack frowned, confused. “How?”
I stood up, forcing my voice to stay steady. “We’re doing a DNA test. We’re going to settle this once and for all. And when the results come back, we’ll prove her wrong. Okay?”
They nodded reluctantly, but I could still see the doubt lurking in their eyes. Whatever poison Patricia had poured into their ears, it wasn’t just a lie—it was a ticking time bomb. And I wasn’t going to let it tear my family apart.
A week later, the results came in.
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I was calm—or at least, I convinced myself I was. The sealed envelope in my hand felt heavier than it should, but I didn’t hesitate. I had no doubts. This was just a formality to dispel the poison Patricia had whispered into my sons’ ears.
But when I tore the envelope open at the kitchen table and read the words, everything stopped.
0% related. No genetic match.
I froze, staring at the results.
Shocked woman staring at DNA results | Source: Midjourney
I reread them, hoping something would change but there it was in cold, clinical letters. Jack and Will weren’t mine. My hands trembled, crushing the paper in my fists. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. But it was there, undeniable.
By the time I reached Patricia’s house, my shock had been replaced by fury. I banged on her door so hard my knuckles ached. She answered almost immediately, her expression fading when she saw my face.
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“You,” I scoffed, shoving the papers into her hands. “You did this. You’ve been poisoning my kids against me, and now this? A DNA test says they’re not mine? Start talking, Patricia. NOW.”
For the first time in years, she looked nervous. “I… I can explain,” she stammered.
“Then explain,” I snapped, my voice breaking. “Because right now, I’m about five seconds from losing it.”
“Sit down,” she said quietly, motioning to the couch. “You need to hear the truth.”
I didn’t sit. I couldn’t. My legs felt too unstable. “Say it,” I demanded, my voice shaking.
Senior woman confronted by her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney
“When you gave birth… there were complications,” she began hesitantly. “You lost a lot of blood. You were unconscious for days. And… the babies didn’t make it.”
I froze. My body went numb. “What?”
“It was Daniel’s idea,” she rushed on. “There was another woman at the hospital. She gave birth to twins but didn’t want to keep them. He thought… we thought… it would be better for you. You wouldn’t survive losing them. Since I knew the surgeon, we made a deal.”
She continued, ” I convinced him to write that Vivian’s twins died while yours were okay and replaced them.”
Newborn twins in the hospital | Source: Midjourney
My breath caught, tears blurring my vision. “You lied to me. You stole them—”
“We saved you,” she cut me off, her voice firm. “You had no idea. You loved them from the start. What difference does it make?”
What difference does it make? Her words slammed into me like a blow, leaving me gasping. Everything—my boys, my life—was built on a lie.
Patricia’s words hung in the air like smoke, choking me. My vision blurred as she continued her story, each word slicing deeper into me.
Woman in deep thoughts | Source: Midjourney
“Their biological mother found out,” Patricia said. “We don’t know how. Maybe the hospital records, maybe someone talked. But she tracked us down. She wanted to meet them—Jack and Will. Daniel and I refused, of course. We thought we could keep her quiet.”
“You thought?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Patricia shifted uncomfortably. “She threatened to tell you. She was relentless. Daniel panicked—he thought if you found out, it would destroy you. So we decided to tell the boys instead. We thought they’d understand. That they’d keep quiet until we figured it out.”
Senior woman confronted by her daughter-in-law | Source: Midjourney
“You told them?” My voice cracked, and I was suddenly on my feet, pacing the room. “You told my children—the only children I’ve ever known—that I’m not their mother? That some stranger is?”
“They had to know!” Patricia snapped. “Their biological mother wasn’t going away. She was blackmailing us.”
“And instead of telling me,” I interrupted, my fury spilling over, “you dumped that burden on two ten-year-olds and told them to stay silent?”
Patricia’s eyes hardened. “We didn’t have a choice. We did what was best for you, for them.“
Senior woman talking to her daughter in law | Source: Midjourney
I laughed bitterly, tears streaming down my face. “Best for me? You destroyed them! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
The pieces fell into place—the silence, the haunted looks, the cryptic whispers. Jack and Will had been carrying this terrible secret alone. No wonder they’d stopped talking.
At that moment, the front door swung open. Daniel walked in, his face falling as he saw the papers clenched in my hand. “You told her,” he muttered to Patricia.
“No,” I said, my voice steady now. “She didn’t tell me. The DNA test did.“
Daniel froze. For the first time in years, I saw fear in his eyes.
Nervous man standing in the hallway | Source: Midjourney
I stepped closer, my voice trembling with rage. “You both lied to me. You stole my right to grieve, to make my own choices. And now you’ve put my boys through hell. I’ll never forgive you for this.”
Turning to Patricia, I added coldly, “But you’re wrong about one thing. I am their mother. I always have been. And you—both of you—will never come near them again.”
Jack’s voice cut through the silence. “Mom?”
I turned to see him standing in the doorway, tears in his eyes. “We told Grandma we’d never say anything. But… we don’t want to meet her. You’re our mom. That’s all that matters.”
My knees buckled, but I managed to pull him into a hug. “That’s all that’s ever mattered,” I whispered.
Mother hugging her son | Source: Midjourney
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