Thing Number 3 Explained

First off, I am honored to have been given my first Blogger Award. Soccer Mom thinks I have Schmooze! I am tickled pink.

Now for what some of you have been waiting oh so patiently for, an explanation. In case you are wondering why and what I am explaining, scroll down.

This one is probably going to be the hardest one to explain. So much detail will need to be given, but I will endeavour to do my best to keep it short and simple.

When I was two, my parents got a divorce. They went their separate ways. I lived with my mother for a time, then my father came to get me. I lived with him for a time. I don't really remember too much about that. I do remember getting on an airplane. Being picked up at an airport, by my Aunt and her husband. They are the ones that adopted me. I lived with them from the time I was six, until right after my twelfth birthday. I remember not being happy. I also remember several events about being treated unfairly. It wasn't a fun childhood.

My father came to visit me when I turned twelve. He took me away from "that" life. I lived with him for a time. He then went somewhere, private and personal, for the military. During that time, my grandmother took care of me. She took the people who had adopted me to court and got full custody of me. I still have the adoption certificates. Each copy has something different on it. All of them were signed by people who are or rather were related to me, in some way. My grandmother raised me for the rest of my days.

Until recently, I thought my father didn't want me. Funny the things you find out when you reach 35. I found out that not only was my adoption illegal when I was younger, but that my grandmother fought dirty and made me believe my dad didn't want me. I was lied to the majority of my life. I learned that he sent money and made phone calls. I learned he was away and unreachable during the time my grandmother pursued her adoption. Basically, I have been lied to most of my life.

First my dad sends me away to stay with family for awhile and he was taken advantage of in that situation. Then my grandmother basically does the same thing. Just this year, literally, have I actually been a part of my father's life and he a part of mine.

Scary huh?

There is so much to tell about the past. One post just will not do it justice. I am sure I will elaborate more, eventually.

Now to pass on the schmoozer award!!

Vixen: You all know and love her as the writer of The Bad Girls Guide. But what not everyone knows is that she has another excellent site. It is all about Sickle Cell Anemia. She rocks that blog like she does her Bad Girls Guide! Carry on my strong sister of the heart!

Teri: This lady says what she wants and tells it like it is. She doesn't try to Schmooze you. It just ends up being irresistible like her. Check out The Road Lester Traveled.

Zoey: An excellent writer in the journalism AND the blogger world. She always has something to say. Ever a surprise and a delight. Zoey's World will rock your world.

nml: The title of her blog is Tired of Men. Though I am sure at one point she was, she is now a new mom. Who doesn't blog enough for me. She is witty, funny and creative. You want schmooze with side splitting comedy? Go read Tired Of Men.