If you are new to this blog, you may want to read the posts “In a Nutshell” or go to July 2012 and read “Sending out a Letter.” My daughter Emma Katherine Roey lied about a friend being raped and attempting suicide, claimed to have been molested by a priest, and then, just as her attorneys were about to file a law suit, Emma accused her mother (me) of physically abusing her and poisoning her with DDT. Emma claimed to have a toxicology report to confirm that her mother (me, again!) poisoned her, but would never turn over this report to my attorney. Emma still claims to have health problems because of this “poisoning.” As long as Emma continues with the lies, I will tell her story. Love and thanks to all of you who read and have written to me. If you have any questions or comments, please contact me at: losingemma@gmail.com Please continue to share the blog with others

If you’ve been reading along, you will know that in 9th grade, we quit homeschooling and put Emma in public school, more specifically, Jackson County Comprehensive High School in Jefferson, Ga. With the exception of Drama under teacher Bonnie Roberts, Emma hated public school almost as much as she hated homeschooling under that micromanaging, control-freak teacher (me again!) she had. I couldn’t win. Emma no longer called me a control-freak on a daily basis, but now she accused me of giving up on her. I didn’t stick to homeschooling. It was all my fault that she was so miserable. I’m the one that quit homeschooling her. (I guess her behavior had nothing to do with the REASON I quit homeschooling.)

The 2nd semester of 9th grade started in Jan. 2009, and Emma began having a lot of vomiting issues. (I will write more about Emma’s vomiting at some point in the blog.) Emma hated school, had no friends at school, and hated riding the bus with all the degenerates. She claimed everyone she knew at school smoked or drank or had sex. There was no one she wanted to be friends with. The more Emma complained about school, the more her vomiting increased, and she missed so much school she was in danger of having to repeat the 9th grade. It was then that Phill and I pulled her out of school and let her finish the 9th grade on line.

Phill was the computer person in the family. He had always been interested in them and read and studied them. He built computers for people, repaired computers, and managed web sites for a few people. I, on the other hand, was barely functional on a computer. I did not understand what Emma did to get on line, how she did her classes, etc., so I let Phill handle it. If Emma needed help, I couldn’t help her anyway.

Sometime during that semester online, Emma got paired up with someone in her online English class for a pen-pal assignment. Emma was paired with a young lady from Dalton, Ga., who, for the sake of privacy, I call “Lacey.” I don’t know the details of the assignment. I think they were supposed to write letters to each other, and somehow report this to their teacher. Emma and “Lacey” started out writing letter, then e-mail, and then texting. Several months after becoming pen-pals, on Emma’s birthday of that year, Emma claimed that “Lacey” called her from the ER after having been raped and attempting suicide. If you’ve read my previous posts, you’ve seen that there were many other lies Emma told about “Lacey” and her family. Since I have some of the letters Emma e-mailed to Lacey, I will share them here. I can’t print the letters without Emma’s permission because of those pesky copyright laws, so I will paraphrase and tell you what is in them. If you would like to read the letters for yourself, just e-mail me at: losingemma@gmail.com and I will be happy to provide you with the copies I have.

Emma spent a lot of time writing very long letters to “Lacey.” Her letters were almost more like a diary. We will start with the first one I have:

March 17, 2009

Emma’s letters usually started with a “Hey, “Lacey!”

In this letter she starts out saying that she had a pretty sad day. She says she just found out a friend and neighbor took his on life. (Actually, this young man was not a friend. Emma had probably said nothing more than hello to him in the approximate 10 years he had lived down the street from us.) She talks a little bit about the family and mentioned that the mother was in our bible study group. (This wasn’t exactly accurate either. The mother visited our group a few times, but did not come regularly.)

Emma moves on to “brighter topics” and writes about how she has this idea for a music-based curriculum, written by Emma herself, on finding God in popular culture. (Emma never wrote music.) She talks about how the problem would be teaching kids who would be a year younger than she was, but she knew if they gave her a chance, she could give them an awesome year. She was going to talk to our priest and write up a sample lesson for his perusal sometime the following month. She hoped he would agree and let her write the curriculum. Emma states she wants to do the first topic on “Legacy” (Nicole Nordeman) and quotes the chorus:

I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to you enough?
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy

(Ok, so what was really going on in our lives at this time? Emma was an assistant Sunday School teacher to an adult every Sunday. She loved the preschool kids, and they loved her, but her main job seemed to be taking the kids to the bathroom and assisting the teacher. Funny how Phill and I never heard about Emma’s plans for writing a curriculum.)

Emma goes on to talk about another big project she had, a young man A. with neurological problems whom we were trying to get involved in the youth group at church to help him feel included with the other kids. It wasn’t Emma’s personal project. There were several people trying to encourage A. to join the group.

Then Emma goes on to describe her friends from youth group: Jordan, Rob, Rob’s little sister, Molly, Evan, Nick, and our Deacon’s granddaughter, T. who Emma said was in love with Evan and wanted to marry him. Emma writes that Rob asked her out in 6th grade, and that Molly planned on Emma and Rob getting married. (If I remember right, Rob told Emma he liked her when they were in 6th grade, in the choir room, and she didn’t speak to him again for about a year and a half.)

Emma writes cute stories about helping with the Lock-in and keeping up with the younger kids. Cute stories about playing “Bloody Mary” in the bathroom with the kids and such and how the kids wanted Emma to tell them stories about HER life! (Really? I’m not quite buying it, having spent time with those same kids.) Emma ends that section saying how she will NEVER be the “in-charge” person of the lock-in again. (Ummmm, Emma wasn’t in charge. There was an adult there who was in charge. No one in their right mind would leave a 9th grader in charge of a lock-in.)

Then Emma tells “Lacey” about her family, that her dad drives a tractor trailer for UPS and how he got baptized two years ago and how that is HUGE for her and she about tears up when he takes communion because he didn’t for so long. She mentions that her mom doesn’t work and that her parents are really old compared to most peoples’. (Thanks for that, Emma!) She talks about the pets and that we foster dogs for the rescue and how she keeps her fingernails painted year round in exotic colors, and her toes match in spring and summer, but she doesn’t bother in winter.

Emma goes on to write how she spent August through Februrary in Jackson County Comprehensive High School (JCCHS) and it was hell on earth with drinking, drugs, prescription abuse, and pregnancy all rampant at that school She claimed it had the highest teen pregnancy rate in the country. (I wonder where she got her statistics?) Emma claims she couldn’t let her guard down for a moment and that the girls on her bus openly bought and used illegal substances literally right under her nose. (According to the girls Emma rode the bus with, they never saw anyone buying or selling drugs on the bus.) Emma talks about how she cried herself to sleep more often than not, and how she went from a sweet, naive Christian girl to a raw, exposed, helpless teenager in situations beyond her control. It was the darkest thing she every experienced, and she couldn’t even tell her parents what she saw and felt at that school!

Next comes a cute story about Emma and her friend Jordan at a church retreat. (Maybe true, maybe not.)

Emma ends the letter with talking about one of her favorite lines from “100 Fun Things to do at Walmart” and signs the letter, “Love and Blessings,”

To Be Continued…………..