The profoundly strict 85-year-old mother of the late entertainer Anne Heche isn’t anything on the off chance that not a survivor.
Nancy Heche has now outlasted four of her five youngsters — notwithstanding her covertly gay spouse, Donald, who passed on from AIDS in 1983.
She conceded in her religion-weighty 2006 journal,
“The Truth Comes Out: When Someone You Love is in a Same-Sex Relationship,”
to utilizing amyl nitrate poppers with Donald to further develop their sexual coexistence and taking wedded sweethearts.
Anne kicked the bucket Friday, multi week after she drove her blue Mini Cooper at a high velocity down a LA road and blasted through a little house, setting it burning alongside her vehicle.
Before Anne was conceived, her sister, Cynthia, then only 2-months-old, passed on from a heart imperfection. Anne’s 18-year-old sibling Nathan kicked the bucket in a fender bender three months after Don Heche’s demise. Another sister, Susan Bergman, who kept in touch with her own family diary called
passed on in 2006 from cerebrum disease.
Just a single Heche kin, Abigail, is as yet living.
The Chicago-based Nancy Heche, who is a Christian psychologist who uses the Bible in her counseling practice, was initially furious when Anne told her in 1997 that she’d fallen in love with Ellen DeGeneres.
“I am plummeted into disbelief and outrage,”
“I am dumbfounded, in a state of shock. Doesn’t Anne know what homosexuality has done to our family?”
“How will we ever be able to close the gap, the avowed heterosexual mother and the avowed homosexual daughter?”
After the publication of Heche’s 2001 memoir, “Call Me Crazy,” Nancy Heche wrote that she found
“no place among the lies and blasphemies in the pages of this book.”
Anne Heche said her mother did not believe Anne’s claims that her father molested her from the time she was a toddler until she was 12.
Her daughter’s revelations about her relationship with DeGeneres brought up painful memories for Nancy, who said she didn’t know her husband was gay until he lay dying at Bellevue Hospital in 1983 and a doctor told her he had AIDS.
She wrote that she never knew about her husband’s double life because she was a
“50s girl” who “grew up with Donna Reed, ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and Doris Day.”
“The dots connect like a stick of dynamite – the fuse sizzling toward explosion. I realize I have been lied to my entire married life.”