Just as a warning, this post is extremely long, so I don't blame you if you don't want to read it. I just had to get it out.
I figured this would be a good way of venting.
People often ask me if I was named after the breadcompany.
or if my mom named me Sara Lee because she used to work there.
(which, by the way, is true)
So I decided I would write this blog to explain things.
To start off, no, I wasn't named after the bread company (or any other company)
But here's the whole story.
I was actually born Sara Elizabeth Reich.
But, when I was 2, my mom and my birth father got divorced and he left. completely out of my life alltogether.
So, my mom and I lived with my grandma until I was like, 4.
Then, she met a man and they dated for a while and we moved into a house with him down the road from my grandma's in Winston.
Well in 1999, they got married.
My mom didn't want me to go through life with a last name that came from a man that I didn't even know, so her husband (Louis Lee) legally adopted me so I would have his last name.
From then on I called him "Daddy" and I considered him to be my real father.
Well, when I was in 4th or 5th grade, my dad began to change.
Every day, he would come home in a bad mood and yell at me and my mom. sometimes worse than others. Some nights it got to a point that I had to lie in bed awake until I knew that they were done arguing so I could go to sleep; which sometimes would be past midnight. I loved my mom more than anything in the world and I always thought that he would hurt her. That, thankfully, never happened.
But, when I got to middle school, it started getting worse. I literally prayed that they would get seperated so I wouldn't have to listen to it all the time. So, in 7th grade when my mom told me that they were finally seperating, I was overjoyed.
A few weeks later, he moved into an apartment.
Later on though, my mom told me that we were selling our house. I loved that house. My room was exactly the way I liked it and our backyard was perfect. We had a creek nearby and a place where our dog could run and play. I grew up in that house and I couldn't believe I would be leaving. Although, I agreed with my mom when she said there were too many bad memories there for us to handle.
I was devestated.
I've lived in 4 different houses since the beginning of my 8th grade year.
My dad never got better, though. He only got worse as the years went by.
This past summer, we had the biggest fight of them all.
I've never been able to stand up to him before, but when he called me on that day in August scremaning at me for nothing, I had to stand up for myself. I told him I wouldn't talk to him that I wasn't going to talk to him again. (childish I know, but i really couldn't bring myself to talk to him anymore.) and my mom told him that he wasn't allowed to come to our house or call me again.
2 weeks ago was the very first time I talked to him since then.
He didn't act like anything happened.
I never hold grudges, but after all the things he's done to hurt me, there's no way I can ever truly forgive him.
I honestly can't stand having his last name.
I feel like it's just haunting me.
I don't want to have the last name of someone who is so mean and nasty.
Right now, I want more than anything to go back to the last name I was born with.
The man might have walked out of my life and not tried to get to know me, but at least he didn't do anything to emotionally hurt me.
The only way I can change my last name back is if I can get my father's permission and his signature.
One of my top priorities right now is to find him, meet him, and get him to sign that paper.
I hope and pray that one day, I can just be called Sara Reich again.
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