So I'm 39 years old. Married with 5 kids. 2 are stepkids, one we had together and the other two we adopted together.
When I was 15 I got pregnant and had a beautiful baby boy called Jeremie. I loved him sooo much it hurt but i couldn't keep him so I gave him up. I still see him from time to time. He's 24 now, married to a woman called Wanda, they have a little 2 year old boy called Nicklaus.
I didn't go to college, instead I got a job as a nanny and I worked in that profession, traveling to many places, until I worked for a family in italy. There, I met my husband, Dion, he was Greek and we fell madly in love. I was 25, he was 30. He already had two kids and was a widower. His wife had died in childbirth with their second child because they came from a breathtakingly poor Greek village and she never got to a hospital. So he had his 2 kids, Alena, who at the time was 4 and Lacy who was 3. We wed 2 years later, when I was 27. The girls were my junior bridesmaids.
we moved to Montreal and lived there for 5 years, until I was 32. By that time we had our son, Iain. He was a wonderful, cheery little boy. He was born when I was 30. We moved to Washington state and we still live there. When I was 37 my sister was in a car crash. We got custody of her twin girls, Roxana and Tana. They are now 3. We adopted them and love them dearly. I work part time as a waitress and my husband is a mechanic. Alena is now 18 and she's in college. Lacy got pregnant at 15 like me, but unlike my parents we were very supportive and now she has a beautiful two year old girl called Marielle. They have their own apartment and Lacy goes to a high school that allows her to bring Marielle. She'll graduate in November; she plans to go to college and eventually become a registered nurse.
sso what do you think? interesting or not?
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