But that's just it TexMex, they didn't "adore" her or dote on her, they used her. They felt they owned her, she was just property to them. Patsy used her to further her own pageant goals regardless of what JB would have wanted. She never would have let her quit. John saw JB as a minature woman to take as he pleased, especially since Patsy was unavailable to him sexually with her cancer. I think John was the killer in a sex game gone too far accidentally, or that Patsy walked in on them and accidentally bashed her head. The bed wetting is from being sexually abused. But maybe Patsy was that outraged enough to kill her. I know how my daughter can push my buttons, and I'm not a pageant diva mom.
I think that PR lived her entire life as if it was a performance in a play and that JBR just happened to be an additional actor in that play which was written, choreograph, and directed by PR. I think the reason JBR was not around to see PR's final curtain call, was because JBR 'grew a brain' and was beginning, not only to balk at PR's direction but JBR was beginning to grow into her own independence away from PR's manipulating, self-serving tactics.
I think performing to the public as PR had done all her life became increasingly difficult for her. I think internally, PR did falter when her performances were thrown out of balance. I think internally, she was as a pressure cooker, simmering and then boiling and then ready to explode.
I think it began with Beth's death, grew more impossible to balance with her cancer treatments and then came to a climax when PR realized that no matter how much she tried to force JBR, she was not going to be forever turned into a perfect little twin replica of her mother.
Imagine the multitude of things that we have no clue about which must have happened between JBR and PR which brought them to this climax.
We only know about a small few:
JBR's soiling and wetting-
The continuious 'reasons' for pediatric visits-
JBR's negative reaction to the twin doll, which PR wanted her to have, but which even this little six year old must have seen as the plastic version of what PR was trying to make her become-
The neighbor talking to JBR on the steps as JBR cried and told her that she didn't feel pretty-
The argument over wearing a certain color top to the party that evening-
I think on Dec. 25th, PR finally realized that the perfect little clone of herself was lost to her forever.
As sick as it makes me to say it, I think she destroyed the imperfect creation that JBR had become, as easily as she could have destroyed one of her own "not quite right" oil canvas paintings which no longer reflected the image she wanted it to portray.