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It Takes a Village...
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”- Psalm 34:18
Let me say this, unequivocally, that I do not want to believe that family (through marriage), who I grew up next to and celebrated holidays with and who even babysat me a few times...are involved in any way with AJ's disappearance and murder. I wouldn't even suggest it if I didn't have some evidence to support it. Those who follow me on Tiktok know how impeccable my intuition is and how I often know things about people I've never met before. My intuition has been going off with flashing and beeping and dinging since my cousin, out of nowhere, joined our family group chat about our search for AJ.
Our interesting family dynamics, explained.
In case one is unaware, Lil' AJ is named after my uncle AJ or Big AJ and was raised as his son, but he is biologically Big AJ's Great Nephew. He was adopted by my Uncle and his wife, my late aunt, Betty in 2001, just after he was born. My sister was not in a good space to raise a child and my aunt was adamant that he be raised by another family member. Tragically, when Lil AJ was roughly 9 or 10, his adopted mother passed away, leaving him with an adopted father who was sinking deeper and deeper into substance abuse. My sister, who'd he'd always had contact with, tried to take him back and was not successful until he was in his mid to late teen years.