"The Real Story Behind Chantelle Bee: Why She Couldn't Participate in the Shows"
About this Blog
In this candid post, I delve into the truth about Chantelle Bee and the challenging year that led her to pause her shows and step back from her online presence. Facing one of the toughest times in her life, Chantelle struggled with personal battles that took a toll on her mental health and creative spirit. As she navigated this difficult journey, many fans and followers felt disconnected due to the lack of updates. This blog aims to share Chantelle's raw experiences, the resilience she discovered within herself, and the reasons behind her absence. Join me as we explore her story and foster understanding and compassion for those who may be going through similar struggles.
1st part of my Blog Post:
- The Start
- Eviction From Home
- Racist Condo Board Employee
- had to move to motel
As many of you may know, I am a proud mother of five—three teenage boys and two younger daughters, all of whom are of mixed West African descent. Our family was living in a condo when we encountered a deeply troubling situation. An older woman who served on the condo board revealed her racist beliefs by slipping hateful notes under my door, claiming that I and my Black children didn’t belong there. Things escalated when she falsely accused us of behavior we never exhibited, leading to our eviction. Unfortunately, her position on the board meant that no one believed my side of the story.
This experience forced us to search for a new home, but my credit was already in bad shape due to my ex-husband's reckless actions, including wrecking my financed car in a collision with a police vehicle. When I approached potential landlords, the situation only worsened. Once I mentioned that I had five children, many refused to rent to us. Ultimately, we had no choice but to put our belongings in storage and seek shelter in motels, facing a challenging and uncertain future.
Last Part of this Blog Post:
- Arrested
- Pushed away to be on the street from own father
- back in motel
- Not refund for place in Toronto
- almost lost everything
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they released us without any charges, allowing me to repair the van and directing me on how to continue my journey. However, exhaustion caught up with us, and we decided to stop at a nearby motel for some much-needed rest—two whole days that I could have spent in Toronto. In the chaos of everything, I forgot to contact the car rental company about the delay in returning the van, and unbeknownst to me, they had reported it stolen.
As I drove toward my destination, a loan I owed unexpectedly drained a significant amount of money from my bank account, leaving me unable to afford the journey ahead. With dwindling gas and nowhere to turn, I decided to head to my dad's place, hoping for some refuge. The drive back toward Alberta felt daunting, and I had to ask strangers for gas money just to keep going. I barely made it to my dad’s before the van ran out of gas—once I parked, it was completely empty.
But my hopes for safety quickly crumbled. Just as I stepped out of the van, we were surrounded by a group of police officers, guns drawn, arresting me for the stolen vehicle. They impounded the van along with all my belongings, leaving my children to spend the night at my dad’s while I was placed in a holding cell. The next morning, I returned to my father’s house, only to be met with hostility and insults. He refused to hear my side of the story and ultimately kicked me and my children out onto the street with nowhere to go.
Desperate, I tried to recover the money I had spent reserving a place in Toronto, but the rental company refused to issue a refund. My sister stepped in to help, paying for a hotel room so we could have a safe place to stay that night. I eventually figured out a way back to Edmonton, where I once again found myself living in motels.
The car rental company demanded $1,600 to retrieve our belongings, an amount that drained my resources and left us without a proper Christmas or enough food. Thankfully, my sister remained a constant source of support during this challenging time; without her, I’m not sure where we would have been.
Now, as we continue the search for a new place to call home, I feel a newfound determination. I’ve set my sights on what’s next, and I know I am strong enough to turn this situation around. We are managing to get through everything, and I want to assure my fans that I’ll be back by the end of January, performing again. I’m sorry for my absence, but I promise to return better and stronger than ever. Thank you for your understanding and support during this tough time.
2nd Part Of This Blog...
- Living in Motels for months
- Mental and Physical Abuse Relationship
- Depression
- Gambling Problem
Despite my efforts, I struggled to find a suitable place to live. The hotels we were staying at made it increasingly difficult to manage my shows and fulfill my commitments. In my time of need, I reached out to family and friends for support, but unfortunately, no one came through. The only person who stepped up was my ex-husband. While I appreciated his assistance, it also forced me to navigate the complexities of our relationship. He initially seemed genuinely interested in helping us, but I still felt isolated and overwhelmed by stress.
However, this support didn’t last long. He soon reverted to his old ways, becoming mentally and physically abusive, and he started cheating again. Despite my pleas for him to leave, he refused to go. In the midst of all this turmoil, I began to feel lost and desperate. My living situation in the motel became unbearable, so I started frequenting a bar down the street. Unfortunately, that choice led me down a darker path—I found myself gambling on the VLTs and losing more money than I could afford. The weight of everything became nearly too much to bear. Losing more money than I could afford. The weight of everything became nearly too much to bear.
3rd Part Of This Blog
- US Border By Mistake
- Car Search twice and Bullets found in van
- waiting for hours and hours to leave
As my feelings of isolation and depression deepened, I made the decision to move to Toronto in search of a fresh start. I found a place to live and even had a job interview lined up. However, before I could embark on this new chapter, I faced another devastating blow. The storage facility where I had placed my belongings decided to sell everything due to a late payment, and they didn’t bother to inform me. In an instant, I lost nearly all of my possessions, including irreplaceable items from my late mother. All that was left were a few bags each for my kids and me, which sent me spiraling further into despair.
Determined to find a way forward, I rented a car, but they required a hefty $1,000 deposit. As I set out on the journey to Toronto, the GPS led me to an unexpected toll booth. Confused, I asked for assistance and learned that I had inadvertently arrived at the U.S. border. I was taken aback—I had no intention of crossing into the United States; I only wanted to reach Toronto. When the border officers inquired about my travel documents, I quickly realized I was in a precarious situation without the necessary papers.
Things took a turn for the worse as they searched the van. During the search, they discovered some BB gun bullets, which led them to speculate that I might be carrying a firearm. What followed was a harrowing ordeal of nearly 24 hours filled with silly questions and unending scrutiny. They rummaged through our remaining belongings, and many of them were damaged or broken in the process. Once they finally finished, they escorted us to the Canadian side, where we faced yet another lengthy search that left us feeling exhausted and defeated. This experience was a heartbreaking reminder of how fragile life can be, and it further tested my resolve.
Add comment
Comments