This is all very new to me. I've often thought my life is a constant drama. Every time I take a step forward someone is there waiting to kick me in the teeth; and I've been kicked a few times I can tell you.
Born quite a few years ago, the product of an affair. Given up for adoption after being fostered for a short period of time. Never really felt like I belong and I've bounced from one relationship to another leaving various amounts of destruction. That is till I met my wife. A little over ten years ago we met and things started to change.
Events of my life
Bare with it. It isn't all doom and gloom but I have to set my stall out. It explains why I am such a psycho.
Adopted by a family who couldn't have children with one older sibling.
A sister is born two years later, the real blood relative of my adopted family.
Started school. Quite unremarkable really. Got bullied on occasion and wasn't interested in much of what they were trying to teach me.
Left school with next to no qualifications and started an apprenticeship
Hated my apprenticeship and went on the dole when it was finished. Spent nearly two years on the dole.
Split up with a long term girlfriend, immediately met another.
Thrown out by parents and spent a few nights sofa surfing and then in bed sit land for a few years.
Got a job and my adopted mother had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She died a short while later.
Split up with the girl after meeting another on a night out.
Had two kids
Studied with the OU
Went to University full time and qualified as a RMN
Split up with the girl and ended up being ripped blind by a woman scorned. Bloody CSA £500 a month.
Married my wife and had a child together.
Have the best family, wife son and step son (who is as much my son as anyone else). Live in a hell of a village with the best pub in England!
Found out about my real mother and family. Mother and Sister both died; sister in 1998 and mother in 2013. Brother, I believe lives in Germany. I know this because I've spent hours looking at the internet searching for them. I got my adoption book and found an obituary for my mother. I've even seen a picture of their graves, side by side. I've tried to find them but as yet I've had no look. I believe they are buried in a churchyard in the Harrogate/ Knaresborough area. I think this because my Mothers husband lives in that area. He's also a member at Catterick Golf Club. I know this from his Facebook page. I have no idea about anyone on my Fathers side except there are a number of people with his surname on my brothers friends list.
I love to help people with similar difficulties. A number of colleagues have adopted children themselves and I have provided support if they've asked. I also like to tell my stories. Everything I say is true, and I like to help those who are social drop outs or struggle with the whole education malarkey. Incidentally I am a little dyslexic so please feel free to laugh at my spelling.
I don't know if anyone will ever read this, and if you do I'm not sure you'd be interested. I guess if you've just read this sentence you are either very sad, or something has caught your eye. If you are reading this, and you live in the Harrogate/ Knaresborough area of North Yorkshire, or if your a member of Catterick Golf Club, maybe you could help me a little? I don't know if anyone even knows I exist, having been stillborn at Greenbank Hospital in Darlington.
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