Listening to: Help I'm Alive - Metric
I'm back it seems. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things around here. Part of why I have been so inactive is due to sudden life changes.
Despite being only halfway through my junior year of highschool, I left (escaped) my Mother's house soon after I turned 18 (year and a half ago!? geez) and moved in with my Grandma
My Grandma had lost my Grandpa and, while still in decent health, had become very lonely...I stayed with her until, 6 months later, she died too. (She passed two days shy of the one year anniversary of my Grandpa's death. They had been married nearly 64 years)
The evening of the day of her funeral, My uncles kicked me out of her house, leaving me with no where to go and with little hope of being able to finish high school. (My mom and adoptive dad tried to force me to move back with them but, for my sanity, that was not an option. I love my mom but, she is very hard to make happy and this often made me feel like I was not good enough. I have long suffered from severe anxiety and clinical depression from what I have had to deal with, mentally and emotionally, in my childhood home.)
Or so I thought.
During the 6 months I got to spend with my grandmother, I reconnected with my biological father, of whom I had not seen since I was nearly 7.
Not long after my Mom and Biological dad divorced, he had been forced to give up his parental right by my Mother. My mom got remarried and wanted her new husband (my adoptive dad, whom I also love and has raised me) to be able to adopt us. She also wanted this because, my adoptive dad had been laid off soon after they were married. His unemployment was about to run out and the only job he had been offered was out of state. If my biological dad had not given up his parental rights, joint custody would have been very hard to deal with and very hard on us kids.
So he gave my two other siblings and I up.
For over 12 years, He stayed in the same town, at the same dead end job, in hopes that I would come find him when I turned 18. (This something my mom had made me promise never to do. Their divorce had been a bitter one. She had wanted to erase him from my life forever. When she was not pretending he did not exist, she would paint him to look like the worst human in existence.)
I got to know him again and, when I needed help the most, he welcomed me into his home and into his life.
Thanks to him, I have now finished my senior year of highschool and will hopefully be starting college soon.