One last ditch effort

I have an opportunity to possibly stay in Oregon. All my eggs are in this one basket now. If this doesn’t pan out then we will leave. For the sake of my children I would prefer to stay. They are quite happily settled here.


When I was born my father was a migrant farm worker. Because of this he couldn’t be present when I was born and was completely gone for the first two months of my life. My mother didn’t even know where he was or how to get a hold of him to tell him anything about me. Like how I was a girl and not the boy she had thought and been calling me in the womb. Marcos had been the name she had picked.

She had been so deeply thrown off by me not having a penis that it took her 4 days and heavy badgering from the nurses to finally think of a name for me. Since at that time they didn’t let you leave the hospital without a name.

Luckily, my father was eventually able to get a union job through a great uncle of my mom’s and that sealed his fate and let him live out his own version of the American Dream. Unfortunately, after the divorce he refused to pay any child support and my mom let him get away with it because even though he had cheated on her several times, even getting my babysitter pregnant and then kidnapping me after the divorce……she still loved him. πŸ™„πŸ™„πŸ™„

This is part of the reason I won’t do the 23andme testing. For one I hate to just give people all that information about me with no security behind who and where it goes. And also I’m just not sure how many half siblings will come out of the woodwork and while I could use more family and support in the world I’m not in a place to open myself and my life up to anyone new right now, especially not family.

I love family. I love the concept of it, but the reality is not so much fun sometimes with it’s obligations and expectations and control.

Anyway, I should know by next week if this opportunity to stay may pan out. I will give you an update then. Brad says he’s going to take me to dinner Friday. This will be the first time seeing him in over 6 weeks. Maybe this means we will be able to step into the friend zone after all. It will be nice seeing him. He gives great hugs.

I have a huge project to work on for an eBay client. But coming home to a messy and dirty house yesterday was not fun. So Sunday we will spend all day cleaning. Saturday will be my last day helping Jill at her studio. It’s bittersweet. I love her and adore her clients but after taxes and adding in the bad commute it just isn’t worth it at all. It will be nice to be able to slow down a bit next week and just be home working on all the things I need to get done.

That’s my wrap up. I am so glad to be home. New York is actually a very fun and vibrant city and maybe I can visit it again under better circumstances. I’ll leave that possibility open. It’s a city that has to be handled with a sense of humor and a grain of salt. Even New Yorkers aren’t as rough and tough as they seem.

Enjoy your hump day. Summer here seems to be going into overdrive. It was almost 100 degrees yesterday. Although the almanac seems to say winter will be pretty extreme with sleet and snow. We shall see. πŸ˜‰πŸ’‹

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

2 thoughts on “One last ditch effort”

  1. I hate moving, even when I was a child; just a pain to get uprooted from familiar places, friends, etc., and finding yourself having to get used to new shit. Grow up, have children of my own… and I hated moving and having to snatch my kids from their friends, schools, etc., but you understand – even if you don’t like it – that you gotta take opportunities when and where you find them. You’d prefer not to uproot the family… but sometimes, you don’t have much of a choice when you gotta do stuff to take care of your family.

    But welcome home just the same.

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