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Fast forward 2 years. It’s Emmarie’s 18th birthday. And she finally saved up enough money to buy a car. She decided to buy a RV so she could leave her treacherous Mother behind and finally be at peace and get the REAL help she has so desperately needed. She fantasized about the life of healing…

Emmarie knew the preacher or her Mom had shared her secret with someone at the church. And that someone had shared it with someone else and that cycle continued and now everyone knows. She felt ashamed and embarrassed. She felt betrayed and angry. So angry. Rage, even. In the next few sessions with the preacher…

I lost a child, Leyton Case Brice. He was a newborn. 6 weeks 4 days old. At home. Positional Asphyxiation related to Torticollis was the ruling after autopsy. Accidental. I blame myself. I laid him on a pillow pet strapped in. I had done it before and with other children. So stupid, trust me I…

“Emma Marie I heard from my Mom’s friend group you were talking to the preacher about hurting yourself. What a loser! Be a real man and just kill yourself!”, bully 1 said snickering. “Emma Marie, what a stupid name!”, said bully 2. “It’s Emmarie, not Emma Marie. Please give me my project back! It’s worth…

“Hello Emmarie. I’m Preacher John. May I call you Emma?” “Emmarie is fine. Thank you.” said Emmarie rather suspiciously. “Now Emmarie, this is our preacher. He’s someone we respect and admire. Treat him as such.”, her Mother said with a smug smile on her face like she was trying to impress Preacher John. “Does she…

“EMMARIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”, shouted her Mother. “I I I… don’t you knock?”, said Emmarie. “Knock? What are these cuts and burns? Give me that lighter. What do you cut with?” “Mom, I……………” “What do you cut with Emmarie? Answer me!”, said her Mother again as the tears started to swell in her eyes.…

                                               To Be Continued….. Emmarie grew up with a Mother who suffered from Histrionic Personality Disorder. So from early life she was put in competition against her Mother by her Mother. While simultaneously having to remain pretty enough to not embarrass or bring her Mother’s image down.  But never ever prettier. And while this was…

At midnight on Halloween night in 1992 a beautiful baby girl was born. She had thick, curly locks of the darkest brown hair and big, round amber eyes that burned bright auburn red in the shine of light. Her lips are full, pouty with a little button nose and round rosy cheeks. Skin naturally yellowed…