As I sit at the virtual keys of my iPad and ponder the start, where I should begin on this 'blog'. I have in mind a perfect world and this will be a place to vent my frustrations with the rest of the world. Unabated I sing my chorus of discontent and mistreatings bestowed upon my heavy crown blah blah blah. . .
Such a place does not exist and Not the terms that I accept.
This piece of world wide web that I'm hogging is my corner to vent the misserable crap that has happened to me over the past couple of years. Maybe to find some reasoning behind it and what has happened psychologicaly to my daughters and myself. Names, locations and dates wont be disclosed truthfully to protect myself and the bullies in this whinge, I mean blog. All the rest of the details are the truth.
I have had living arrangements for my daughters over a period of 4-5 years. My twin daughters aged 3 started living with me at my mother and step fathers house while I was recovering from an injury that required surgery. An arragement that Child Safety were aware of and I also did my part to start mediation. Thier mother didnt answer letters or calls so I eventually just left it at that. With a series of visits and hand overs the twins always remained in the care of myself and raised them with the help of family of course. I was so lucky to be a single man in his mid 20's with the best job n the world. Raising my children. I had great support from Linda my biological mother and her new husband Kevin. I took over small parts of running the famly business to help pay for our board, a lttle for luxuries and saved enough to rent our first home. It was a house my brother was renting and he couldn't break the lease so we organised that I lived there and continued his lease so that he could leave for a new and profitable job offer.
Over 5 years I moved 4 times, each time coniditions slightly better, even had a pool at one stage, and life was following the same trend. All the while I had help from Linda and other family, picking them up from school and taking them to doctors appointment when I was working.By the time they were abducted, I had moved us into a 5 bedroom house in a quiet nieghbourhood, just walking distance from school, shops and work, I was sure that our lives we're finally about to hit the high road. The twins were attending a private school and one of the best schools in the region. I was working at the local bottle shop with manager resposibilities and an encouraging mentions toward manager. My partner at the time was a fully qualified school teacher (primary and secondary with/without special needs) and a great person around my children. Valorie had three herself, a stereotypical 15yr old emo boy, an intelligent 10yr old girl and an idividual little 4 yr boy. All of us spent our year travelling and socialising family style, enrolling the kids in the same schools and planning our future as a family.
With my new family lifestyle I needed little help from Linda. Valorie was a great mother to the twins and her children were wanting to call me dad. Everything was the way it should be.
I have had living arrangements for my daughters over a period of 4-5 years. My twin daughters aged 3 started living with me at my mother and step fathers house while I was recovering from an injury that required surgery. An arragement that Child Safety were aware of and I also did my part to start mediation. Thier mother didnt answer letters or calls so I eventually just left it at that. With a series of visits and hand overs the twins always remained in the care of myself and raised them with the help of family of course. I was so lucky to be a single man in his mid 20's with the best job n the world. Raising my children. I had great support from Linda my biological mother and her new husband Kevin. I took over small parts of running the famly business to help pay for our board, a lttle for luxuries and saved enough to rent our first home. It was a house my brother was renting and he couldn't break the lease so we organised that I lived there and continued his lease so that he could leave for a new and profitable job offer.
Over 5 years I moved 4 times, each time coniditions slightly better, even had a pool at one stage, and life was following the same trend. All the while I had help from Linda and other family, picking them up from school and taking them to doctors appointment when I was working.By the time they were abducted, I had moved us into a 5 bedroom house in a quiet nieghbourhood, just walking distance from school, shops and work, I was sure that our lives we're finally about to hit the high road. The twins were attending a private school and one of the best schools in the region. I was working at the local bottle shop with manager resposibilities and an encouraging mentions toward manager. My partner at the time was a fully qualified school teacher (primary and secondary with/without special needs) and a great person around my children. Valorie had three herself, a stereotypical 15yr old emo boy, an intelligent 10yr old girl and an idividual little 4 yr boy. All of us spent our year travelling and socialising family style, enrolling the kids in the same schools and planning our future as a family.
With my new family lifestyle I needed little help from Linda. Valorie was a great mother to the twins and her children were wanting to call me dad. Everything was the way it should be.
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