LIFE STORY

Sadness. Disappointment. Confusion.
Dad, how could you do this to me? I never thought it would end this way.
You were my hero, my everything and you knew that.
I put my faith, love, and trust into you and this is how you repay me.
What you have done is why I am confused, why I am disappointed, and why I am sad.

Please Lord, give me someone who will help me through my hard times
And help me write down allof these memories and feelings i have inside me.

So this is how it's going to end? Why after all of the stuff you promised me, you chose to do this.
I love you dad and I don't want to cause you any issues but she is tearing us apart.
"No Carleigh, my decision is final. Call your mother and tell her I am bringing you home."

Running to my room filled with depression, my mind boggled.
I just couldn't leave my dad because of some little problem, I have to straighten my act up.
The telephone rings. Hello.
"Hi, it's Beth, go give your father the phone."
I can hear both sides of the conversation.
Just listening to her voice was making me sick. She had made my dad listen to her every word.
I hear Beth say this, "She is going home this weekend, RIGHT!?"
I look at my dad with the most evil look I can come up with.
I didn't want to believe this but it was really coming true.
I thought he was just really upset and we both said things we didn't mean, but I guess I was wrong.

That night when Beth got home things had got even worse.
She was pushing me to my limit. The yelling could probably be heard all across the trailer park.
"Are you going to let her get away with that?"
"Don't let her talk to you with that tone of voice!"
"Sit down and shut up, this is how it is going to be."
The last string was pulled when Beth said this loud enough for me to hear, "It's either me or her, what's it gonna be, and if she isn't gone in 2 weeks I am gone for good."

My heart was being torn and pulled in every which way. I just wanted to end it even though the way I had to end it was not what I wanted to do.
And I had no family support whatsoever, I was on my own and I didn't like it.
My scruffy haired hero was no longer a positive part in my life but merely a victim of love and every consequence that comes with it.

So the next day I went and stay with my best friend, Samantha, until it was time for me to go home to live with my mom.
I lived with her for a month and a half.
I told her mom waht had happened and she had called DSS, even though I had already talked to them previously at school.
She at that point had become my new hero.
She took me in when my own blood related family wouldn't have me.

We then plotted a plan to chech out of school early and then go sneak over to my dads trailer and pack my stuff and not be heard from again as far as he was concerned.
But that is were the twist comes in, he had changed the locks on the doors.
I call my mom then and advised her.
While that was going on Sammy's mom had called the cops and reported that he had kicked me out of my house.

I finally got my stuff. But I didn't pack it.
Beth did and it was packed so crappy that me and Sammy had to unpack and repack everything.
Some things were missing, broke, or damaged.

The day had come for me to move back to GA.
NOVEMBER 10, 2006
That day by far was the saddest day in my life, because reality hit me hard.
Now I live with my loss and I cry about it whenever the slightest thought runs through my mind.
I think a lot about the first day I met my dad.
We were in the car and I was 14.
And Celion Dion's song "My Heart Will Go On," from the Titanic came on.
I shed tears and he saw that even though I tried to hide it.
And every time I hear that song from that day I cry my eyes out.

It goes to show that the thing you love the most could be ripped from your hands in a heartbeat.
THe lesson I learn from this experience is never make ANYONE or ANYTHING your everything because once that is gone then you have NOTHING!
Which is exactly what I have.