She was raped when she was 15 and then refused to have an abortion: 35 years later, her son is the world’s most famous star – you won’t believe who he grew up to be. Check the comments⬇️

Pattie Mallette: A Life Filled with Adversity and Fortitude

The mother of Justin Bieber, Pattie Mallette, has endured a great deal of adversity. She lost her sister in a terrible accident when she was just two years old. She previously said, “As a child, my life was really painful.” She endured years of abuse before turning to drugs and criminality at the age of 14.

 

 

She raised Justin in “low-income housing” after becoming a single mother at the age of 17. She was hospitalized after attempting suicide due to mental health issues. She later got back in touch with Jeremy Bieber, Justin’s father. Pattie and Justin “bond over their shared love of the arts,” despite her past.

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