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Happy Birthday Tyler Buchheim and a Princess Diana Story

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My daughter Emma Katherine Roey, now Emma Buchheim, 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.  Emma and her husband, Tyler Buchheim now live in California where Emma sells insurance.  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.

Happy 26th Birthday, Tyler Buchheim!

I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to my son-in-law, architect extraordinaire, Tyler Albert Buchheim who turns 26 on Aug. 21! Tyler, I hope you have a wonderful day! Take care of my girl!

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Emma and Princess Diana

With all the reminders of the the anniversary of Princess Diana’s death, I wanted to share this story.

When Emma was three, we were visiting my sister in CT, and she fell in love with their guinea pig, so after we got home, we adopted a little guinea pig from the Atlanta Humane Society. Emma named her Milkbone, and she was a great little pig. Milkbone was more like a puppy who would follow you around and was very affectionate. When I held her, she would even nip at my shirt when she needed to go to the bathroom (#1). I could put her back in her pen and hear a little whiz, and then she would stand up on her hind legs, wanting me to pick her up again. She was definitely a very special piggie. She would also lick your face when she was excited, like when you first picked her up. Of course, typical kid, Emma lost interest and didn’t pay as much attention to Milkbone after a while, but that was ok. She still held her some, and I took her out and held her at least once or twice a day. Her pen was an open sterlite box in the breakfast nook, so she was kind of in the center of things and it was always easy to stop and reach in and pet her.

There was a program on every afternoon called, “Once Upon a Hamster” and we had a little routine where Emma would sit on the sofa with a towel in her lap and some vegetables and Milkbone would sit on her lap and happily munch away while Emma petted her and watched her program. The station the program was one was one of those off stations and it had those kind of “as seen on tv” commercials where you could purchase something amazing for just three payments of $19.95… Up to this point, Emma had only watched PBS, and she was just fascinated with the commercials and wanted me to buy everything she saw such as collectibles, gadgets, etc. She would call to me, “MOM! We need this! Look! You put it on your hose and was the car with it!” It was pretty cute to see her take so seriously and get so excited about every commercial that came on.

On Aug. 31, 1997, a friend invited Emma and I over to play in their above ground pool. We were enjoying cooling off, playing with the kids, when the husband came out to tell us that Princess Diana had died. We were kind of shocked and talked about it and that was it.

Not long after that, Emma was sitting with Milkbone, watching Once Upon a Hamster, and a commercial came on for some Princess Diana stamps. “Mom! We need to buy these Princess Diana stamps!”

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I walked into the room, glanced at the tv, and explained to Emma that I was sure they were really nice, but we didn’t need any Princess Diana stamps. Emma immediately had a meltdown and sobbed, “But, Mom!!! ………… She’s dead!!” (We still didn’t buy them, but Emma’s and Tyler’s anniversary is coming up, so if you need a gift idea…..) Poor Emma. Scarred for life because she didn’t get her Princess Diana stamps.

A Mom Meme

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My daughter Emma Katherine Roey, now Emma Buchheim, 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.  Emma and her husband, Tyler Buchheim now live in California where Emma sells insurance.  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.

 

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Just a few thoughts for the moms out there.  I was working on another post, which has been more difficult to write, but wanted to check in with something short.  Being a mother is exhausting.  In addition to taking care of things at home, and in some cases, homeschooling, you drive them to private school, play practice, soft ball, soccer, swimming, karate, music lessons, karate lessons, sewing lessons, choir practice, youth groups, etc, etc, etc.  You stay up late helping them make and laminate 160 bookmarks for Happening (Church Youth) because they waited until the last minute and won’t get them done without you.  You stay up late Christmas Eve, when you just want to go to bed, wrapping their gifts because you want their Christmas to be special.  Every mom out there does so much for their children, and all we want is for our children to grow up to be decent human beings.

I know my case is not the norm.  There’s a lot more decent kids out there than kids like mine, and I know some people read the blog fearing that they could have an “Emma,” and here I was thinking if I could just get her to college, she would be ok.  How wrong I was, and for most of you, you worry too much.  Your kid will be ok.

I recently had lunch with a group of friends, and a newlywed friend was talking about her stepdaughters.  The girls’ mom abandoned them, doesn’t pay child support, and has very little to do with them.  The girls seem to be embracing their stepmom, and I asked her how their relationship was with their mom.  My friend said, “No matter how bad a mom is, a kid always wants their mom.”

I laughed and said, “Nope.  Not true.” and she corrected herself and said that a lot of times the kids who have a really good mom don’t want their mom.

What is the reason for throwing a mom away?  Did I give Emma enough confidence in herself so that she didn’t need me anymore?  Ha.  Ummmmmmmm, no.  I was the enemy.  I was the competition.  I was in the way of Emma’s freedom.

Anyway moms out there.  I just wanted to reassure you.  Most of you aren’t going to be the parents of an Emma.  We all make mistakes, and generally our kids turn out ok.  There are some that don’t, but I think, at least in Emma’s case, it’s biology or genetics or something out of the ordinary causing Emma’ problems.

Lots of love to you dear readers.