Before I commence with my Adoption Story, I thought it pertinent to give a bit of background into my life at the time of my search in October 2008.
Let’s see, I was 35 years old and about as fabulous as I am now. And that’s about all that has remained the same in the past five years.
I was engaged at the time, to whom I referred to in my previous blog as Romeo [vomit]. I can’t even say I was joyously happy, as once the engagement ring was on the finger, the relationship pretty much fell apart. In fact, as soon as the words “will you marry me” fell out of the bloke’s mouth, I knew I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with him, but out of very misguided empathy [for him] and perhaps a spot of desperation [for me] I went ahead and said “Uuuuuh, yes.”
Star was in Grade 8 and providing me with the majority of the grey hairs I currently
sport dye. He’d been in several disciplinary hearings at school at that time, his marks were bordering on failure and I was not so slowly losing control of my teenage son. He was illegally expelled from school prior to writing his year-end exams, and I couldn’t find another school to admit him, so I was pretty much an emotional wreck.
Angel was six years old and in nursery school, and as far as I can recall, was not giving me an ounce of trouble. Her father on the other hand … grrr … not only was he not paying maintenance [five years later and I am yet to receive a penny for her care] but he and Mother Dearest were threatening to take Star away from me. How ironic, two of the most irresponsible parents ever making me out to be a bad mother.
Work-wise I was employed as the manager of a modelling agency / promotions company and if I thought Boss Lady was a tyrant, then I’ve worked for Lucifer and his twin brother Satan in the past. I was expected to be on call 24/7 and I mean that literally. I would be woken at 01h00 in the morning with distress calls and would be on the phone until 06h00 with a full day’s work to follow. My bosses would also feel nothing calling me on Sunday evenings with a list of demands too. But god help me if I ever even so much as attempted to call them on Saturday’s or any Jewish holiday.
So that’s where I was … October 2008 and life wasn’t all that great. However I was about to embark on the greatest adventure of my life. One that would alter the lives of people all over the world.
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