A woman is suing Garth Brooks for alleged sexual battery and assault, claiming that Trisha Yearwood may have overheard some of his explicit conversations. According to the lawsuit, this woman, identified as Jane Roe, worked as a hairstylist for Garth and Trisha for many years.
She began working with Trisha in 1999 and Garth in 2017. Jane said Garth started giving her more work after learning about her financial struggles. She accused him of sexually harassing her multiple times, and claimed he raped her in 2019, which Garth has denied.
Jane also said that Garth sent her sexually explicit messages and pressured her to engage in sexting.
Jane claims that after Garth Brooks allegedly assaulted her, he started talking about his sexual fantasies involving her more often.
She said Garth would grope her while she was doing his hair and makeup, and would brag about having sex with different women in hotel rooms. He also allegedly talked about wanting a threesome with his wife, Trisha Yearwood, suggesting Jane be involved. Jane believes Trisha overheard this at least once.
In May 2020, Jane said Garth made an inappropriate comment about creating a shampoo bottle that could double as a sex toy while talking with his manager, with both Jane and Trisha present. When Jane refused to join the conversation, Garth allegedly got angry and slammed his fists on the counter.
Jane also accused Garth of exposing himself to her and forcing her to touch him, and claimed he raped her in a hotel room in 2019, using his larger size to overpower her.
She is suing Garth for unspecified damages, and he responded to the lawsuit in a statement on October 3.
Garth Brooks responded to the accusations by saying, “For the past two months, I’ve been harassed with threats, lies, and stories about what could happen to me if I didn’t pay millions of dollars. It feels like having a gun pointed at me. Whether it’s a lot or a little, hush money is still hush money.”
He added, “Paying it would mean I’m admitting to things I could never do—terrible acts no one should ever do to another person. We sued this person almost a month ago to stand up against blackmail and protect my reputation. We kept it anonymous to protect the families involved.”
MY HUSBAND LEFT ME WITH KIDS AND ALL THIS HEAVY LUGGAGE TO GET HOME ON MY OWN WHILE HE HUNG OUT WITH FRIENDS – THE LESSON I TAUGHT HIM WAS HARSH.
The roar of the airplane engines faded into the background as I stepped off the plane, two tired toddlers clinging to my legs. I scanned the crowd, expecting to see Tom, my husband, his familiar smile a welcome sight after a long flight. But he wasn’t there.
I called him, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring. Finally, he picked up, his voice casual, almost breezy. “Hey, honey! How was the flight?”
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice tight. “You were supposed to pick us up.”
“Oh, right!” he said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Mike called. He’s in town, and we decided to grab a drink. Just for a few hours. You can manage, right?”
“Manage?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Tom, I have two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases. I can’t ‘just manage’!”
“Come on, it’s just for a few hours. You can manage,” he replied again, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his voice.
I hung up, my anger a burning ember in my chest. He had abandoned me, his family, for a few hours of drinks with a friend. I felt a surge of resentment, a feeling that had been simmering for years, now boiling over.
The next few hours were a blur of chaos. I struggled to wrangle the kids, their tired whines echoing through the airport. I wrestled the stroller, a monstrous contraption designed to fold with the dexterity of a Rubik’s Cube, and lugged the suitcases, each one a testament to the sheer volume of “essential” items toddlers require.
By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted, my body aching, my patience frayed. But as I collapsed onto the couch, a plan began to form in my mind. Tom had underestimated me. He had assumed I would simply accept his dismissive attitude, his blatant disregard for my time and effort. He was wrong.
The next day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I packed a small bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and left a note on the kitchen table.
“Gone to visit a friend. Will be back when I feel like it. You can manage, right?”
I drove to a nearby spa, a place I had always wanted to visit but never had the time or money for. I spent the day indulging in massages, facials, and manicures, reveling in the quiet solitude.
I turned off my phone, ignoring the barrage of calls and texts from Tom. I wanted him to experience what I had experienced: the feeling of being abandoned, of being taken for granted.
The next day, I went shopping, buying myself a new outfit, a pair of designer shoes, and a luxurious handbag. I spent the evening at a fancy restaurant, savoring a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
I returned home late that night, to find Tom pacing the living room, his face etched with worry. The kids were asleep, the house a mess.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice laced with anxiety.
“Out,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Out? All day? All night?”
“Yes,” I said, “I needed some time to myself.”
“But… but the kids,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“You managed,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and a dawning realization. “You… you did this on purpose.”
“Yes, Tom,” I said, “I did. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to be left alone, to be taken for granted.”
He looked down at his feet, shamefaced. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Tom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You didn’t think. You assumed I would always be there, always manage, no matter what.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I understand,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”
I looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. I saw genuine regret, a flicker of understanding.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won’t tolerate it again.”
From that day on, Tom was a changed man. He became more attentive, more considerate, more appreciative of my time and effort. He learned that partnership meant sharing the load, not dumping it all on one person.
And I learned that sometimes, a little bit of payback can go a long way in teaching a valuable lesson.
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