Not many people know the woman who raised one of the world’s biggest stars.

To millions, Justin Bieber seems to have it all—fame, fortune, and a life most can only imagine. But behind the glamorous image lies a more complex reality, one shaped in part by his mother, Pattie Mallette, and her extraordinary journey through hardship and resilience.

Pattie’s life began in Stratford, Ontario, where she was born on April 2, 1975, into a French-Canadian family. But her childhood was far from carefree. At just two years old, she faced a tragedy that would leave a permanent scar on her heart and her family. Her sister Sally, only five at the time, was struck by a car while crossing the street and tragically lost her life. The devastating accident cast a shadow over Pattie’s early years, shaping the struggles and emotional battles she would carry with her into adulthood.

At just 17 years old, Pattie stepped into motherhood when she gave birth to Justin. Young, single, and facing life’s challenges head-on, she found herself raising her son in a small low-income housing complex in Canada. With only occasional help from her parents—Justin’s grandparents—Pattie shouldered the responsibility almost entirely on her own.

But behind her resilience lay a childhood filled with heartbreak. Pattie has spoken openly about enduring years of abuse and violence, scars that began forming when she was only three years old.

“My abusers included a male babysitter, the grandfather of a childhood friend, and even neighborhood kids who were far too mature for their age,” she once revealed.

Her story is one of pain, strength, and survival—proof that even in the darkest beginnings, hope can still shine through.

As she grew to the age of 14, she began to use different substances. Around this time, she was also beginning to shoplift at stores and was expelled from her school for starting a fire in the bathroom. Sadly, the book sexual abuse continued. In her book, Patti describes date rape at age 15.

“I was violated so many times that, as the years passed, the pain began to blur into a haunting sense of normalcy. It was a cruel paradox—living with the constant awareness that it was wrong, yet finding it disturbingly familiar,” she revealed.

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