I was born in New Zealand on the evening my parents were going out to dinner, apparently I couldn't wait to get out of my mothers oh so "glorious" womb and started my ignominious exit as she walked through the hospital doors. Hmmmm I have 6 Brothers, my only full blood brother is older than me, the rest are younger - from my parent's second marriages. My older brother & I lived with our parents for only a few years then were sent to live with our Oma & Opa whilst our parents fought over us in the courts. This is not to say that living with our Grandparents was a bad thing, on the contrary it was the happiest time in our lives and would always be the time we could look back on and smile about. When the outside world had made it's decision, we went to live with our father and his new wife, supposedly till we married and/or left home.
Of course things didn't work out that way and we were soon living with our mother and her new husband, oh and we shouldn't forget the first of our siblings, the soon to be born little half brother. We endured many years of to-ing and fro-ing on holidays and weekends, looking forward to the Xmas holidays when we went to our Aunt & Uncle's and spent the time with all our cousins. We went on family holidays with our mother and step-father and extensively travelled within New Zealand. We were given two new siblings from our father and step-mother and two more from our mother and step-father. Then one day our mother and step-father decided they were moving country, need to read that again ?, yes folks they decided to emigrate and whereto you might ask, well to the great land of Oz of course. So we packed our bags, sold our house and gave our dog to an aunt and flew on over to Australia.
Our 'gypsy' lifestyle continued with constant housemoving till we both left home and would you believe it, we both still move around a LOT. And of course with all the moving came new schools every couple of years, new sets of friends to be made, new neighbours to get acquainted with. Thankfully we have stayed in one state, the wonderful 'Sunshine State' of Queensland. Our lives diverged when we both left home at roughly the same time. Whilst my brother has lived all over Queensland and currently resides in the hot and sticky and environment of Cairns, I have maintained my residences around the capital city of Brisbane.
As to my education, I left school at the end of Grade 9, and started full-time work and continued to work for the next 10yrs of her life. I have done the range from being a shop assistant, a fast food person/trainee manager (oh how she loves Hungry Jacks {for all you americans, that's Burger King}), a Deli manager, a factory hand. I completed a trade certificate in Wood Machining through TAFE and was employed in that field for a year, as well as keeping a couple of other jobs on the side, a cleaner (cleaning newly built houses before they're bought), a cashier and pet shop assistant.
Just as life was settling down in that certain way it does, along came a rather nasty person. Actually an exceedingly nasty person who proceeded to change my life forever. Afterwards I was left with a fear of being in/walking alone in built up areas and mistrusting nearly everyone; and that decision that gets so many people up in arms, should I keep it or delete it. A few friends said (trying to be helpful) do you really want to have this child and when it grows up be reminded of what happened, and as my mother put it, if you can't do that then how about adopting it out. Well as you've probably already guessed I kept it, and even though the remembrance of how it happened is closeted in my mind forever, it still would have been there even if I hadn't kept the child. He is my little ray of sunshine who has kept me from ending it all on many occasions.
I sat the Public Service Exam as a joke with some friends and low and behold they tracked me down (I had moved 5 times) and asked me to come and work for them, baby and all, which I did and was with them for 4 yrs before taking a voluntary redundancy. During this time I met a guy who was a little different than most and developed a relationship with him, then along came another of those life twists, we fell pregnant....needless to say it wasn't what either of us wanted but as you can probably guess we went through with it and along came number two. We had an on and off relationship as his band continually dragged him away from his 'family'. I took minimum time off work during the pregnancies and afterwards went straight back to work. Eventually we fell apart and the nasty court stuff started, this time it was myself fighting for my kids and a sense of deja vu set in as I remembered my childhood.
Thankfully that situation
resolved itself and we are on speaking terms again, the kids are happier
and God I've grown old. Sheesh I have two children in school now and often
wonder "where went my childhood", let alone the life I wanted *L* I'm still
young enough to want to go out. I have not worked for income in the past
year although I have been doing volunteer work, one job was with a literary
magazine, it was both in print and online, I maintained the website and
proofread issues, a job I thoroughly enjoyed. More recently however I have
been a volunteer teacher aide at my son's school whilst studying through
TAFE. I am an acknowledged Net addict and often time am lurking on aus.culture.gothic
newsgroup,ICQ and in various WBS
chat rooms. My progeny accept my weird clothing/hair and beliefs and often
ask their mummy if they can wear her black nailpolish and turn the music
up *L*. Although I do try and be normal for them sometimes *G*, I'm currently
pregnant and now have to go out and buy everything again as I gave it all
away, not expecting to have any more children.
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