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 later of 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. If you read through the blog, you will find many other examples of Emma’s lying. At one point, she even complained about the way her dad touched her and that he called her a “bitch” and a “slut” everyday. (I refused to listen to her when she talked about her dad like that.) 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.

Recently I came across this letter you wrote when you entered a contest with the FISH 104.7 for a Mother’s Day makeover:

WHY MY MOM DESERVES A MOM’S MAKEOVER

I’m her only daughter, Emma (I’m 11). I think my mom deserves a mom’s makeover because as some say ‘if dads are the head of the family, then moms are the neck, and the neck can turn the head any way it wants’. My mom is DEFINITLY the neck of our family. She gets me to softball, choir, chorus and lots of other activities. She also reminds my dad that he has a dentist appointment in an hour so he needs shower and comb his hair and put on a shirt that doesn’t have holes in it (those are his yard-work shirts that have holes). On top of all this, she still manages to put a meal on the table so we can eat together. Getting the family together for meals may sound easy; however, it’s often anything but, since my dad works for UPS (United Parcel Service). He isn’t the kind of worker who delivers packages to your door, but the kind of worker who takes packages from GA to another state, and he does it at night; so he has a weird schedule.

Since she wants me to get a good education, she gives up her day to homeschool me so that I’ll have a chance to complete my ultimate (earthly) goal; to earn all good grades so I can get the Hope Scholarship, attend Georgia Tech for the first 4 years of college, and attend Yale University in Connecticut so that I can become a children’s pediatrician. It really helps to have my mom support my goals and to know that she’s behind my every step to catch me if I fall and encourage me to get up and start again. My mom is a fire when I’m cold and a couch when I’m tired. She’s an animal-sitter for our neighbors and a friend to anyone who needs one. It’s hard for me to put on paper why my do-good, church-going mom deservers a mom’s makeover, but I’ve tried my best and I think she would be a VERY worthy recipient of your luxurious prize!

Oh, and safe for the whole family? 104.7 The Fish!!!!

Mom and me (and you enclosed a picture of the two of us)

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I know you’ve made some bad decisions, but you’re still my daughter and I still love you.  I think of you always and pray for you daily.  That’s all I can do for you at this point.

I remember when you turned nine, and I thought that my time with you was half over.  At 18, you would probably be going off to college.  How that time flew by.

During the difficult times, when you would get so angry with me for being the bad guy, the mean mother who made you pick up your room or do chores, I often looked forward to the day when you were an adult.  I thought you would be something amazing.   There was no doubt that you were smart, and I knew you could do whatever you wanted.  Even thought you talked of becoming a doctor, I knew the odds were not likely.  Not too many people have what it takes to put in all the time and effort to become a doctor.  It is a lot of hard work.  I just looked forward to the day you were an adult so we could be friends, and I wouldn’t have to be that evil mother who micromanaged your life..

When you were growing up, I thought you were the most important job I’d ever had.  If I could just raise you to be a decent human being, that was what was important.  I have so many happy memories of being your mom from the time you were a flutter in my belly, until you hit those terrible teens.  I was always proud of you, maybe too much so.

You were a wonderful baby and spent practically the first two years in my arms or on my hip.  I remember so many times, vacuuming with one hand and holding you on my hip with the other.  I remember you in your walker, and how happy you are when you discovered how mobile you could be.  I remember how much I read to you from the time you were just a few months old.  By the time you were able to sit up (at 6 months) I would spread books out on the carpet and you would reach for the one you wanted me to read next.

I remember the time we visited my sister in Ct., and you were a toddler.  We were in the kitchen, and I don’t remember what she did, maybe dropped something, and she yelled, “Shit!  Shit!  Shit!”  and you went wandering out of the kitchen mumbling to yourself, “Shit, shit, shit.”  and your aunt said, “Phill is going to kill me.”

Sometimes when I’m doing something or going somewhere, I still think, “Oh, Emma would love this.” or I wish I could tell you about something that happened at work.  We used to talk about everything.  I’ve wondered if your taste has matured.  Did you ever learn to like any vegetables besides green beans and corn?  Did you ever learn to like any Chinese food besides Sesame Chicken?

You never asked about your little dog who lives with me.  He is now an old man, with a lot of white in his face, his paws, and down his back.  He’s not the little psycho we adopted way back then, but he is almost socially acceptable now, although it’s been a lot of work.  I take him to your grandmother’s assisted living home at least once a week, and all the older people there love him.

I wonder how you feel about having a stepmother.  Is that cool or will you be jealous of Kim Chassion like you were of me?

Just know my darling daughter that wherever you are, whatever you are doing, I’m always thinking of you.  I hope you and Tyler do something special for his mother this mother’s day.  And no, I don’t expect a card, a call, or even a text.  After all, what was I on your facebook?  Your “pending” mother before you removed me.

I was recently joking with a friend (someone who knew you for many years) and said, “Back when I was a mother…..” and she reminded me that I will always be your mother.  I know.  I will.  With all that you’ve done, you can’t take away what was.

I have a lot more writing to do, and I think next I will tell you about your dad’s family, and why your dad is the way he is.  If you still plan on being a counselor or a therapist, it might help to understand your own family dynamics, and know how you got away with what you did because your dad could not confront you.

Happy Mother’s Day, Emma.  At times I’ve prayed that you don’t have children, and other times I’ve hoped you’d have six just like you!  But what it is your dad said, that you were afraid you’d be a mother like me?