From Lynne Spears New Book
On Sam Lutfi: Sam came into my daughter’s life when she was at her most vulnerable. Brokenhearted about losing custody of her precious boys, she was floundering, ripe for a predator to come along. Why didnt I ride in on a white horse to help save my child? Our estrangement was so complete at that time that I couldn’t even get her phone number. One night the phone rang and it was Sam. He told me Britney had been visiting with the boys, but when it was time for them to go home to Kevin’s, she locked herself and Jayden in the bathroom. Later I found out Sam had told Britney that Kevin had called and told her she could keep the boys longer. I was terrified. If it weren’t for the fact that I had to be with Jamie Lynn, I would have flown to L.A. on the next flight I felt split in two, on one hand by the needs of my pregnant 16 year old, on the other by my 26 year old, obviously in deep crisis; both girls seemed to need me with the same intensity. When I saw the photo of her in the ambulance, her brown eyes haunted, something inside me broke.
More on Sam: The level of control Sam exerted was bewildering. Adnan told me that Sam hid Britney’s cell phones and disabled several of her cars. And how’s this? Adnan said Sam would hide Britney’s dog London. She would look all over, crying: then Sam would bring out the dog and act like some kind of savior. The scene that day was surreal. Britney was so agitated she couldn’t stop moving. She cleaned the house. She changed her clothes many times. She also changed her three dogs’ clothes. It was as if she wasn’t really there. She spoke in a tone and with level of understanding of a little girl. Britney then picked up a bottle of pills and read the label. “What does insomnia mean?” she asked. Sam told her that the pills will help her stay awake. Sam told me that he grinds up Britney’s pills, which included anti-psychotics Risperdol and Seroquel, and puts them in her food. I was breaking inside.
Soon afterward Sam called and said someone was crying to get Britney committed. Lynne says it was Sam himself. Lynne rushed over to find police strapping Britney onto a gurney. he started crying “Mama, Mama!”. “Im here baby!” I said, tears streaming down my face. “Please let me ride with her!” I pleaded. They wouldn’t budge. We followed the vehicles to UCLA Medical Center, where Britney was admitted into the psych ward. Britney was under the impression we had put her in the hospital. I probably never would have had the courage to commit her, but it ended up being the turning point for her and for all of us.
My relationship with Britney has undergone tremendous healing. We are back to four or five calls a day, with her calling me about everything from Preston’s potty-training to the darling dress she found for her new niece Maddie Briann.
I Hate Sam :hey****you:
