magnolia_mayhem on Nostr: I recently started the process of pulling all of my data from Google and sorting it ...
I recently started the process of pulling all of my data from Google and sorting it into folders on my own hardware. This directory just fucking ruined me.
In 2015, after fostering kids for two years and watching kid after kid go straight back to horrible situations, my wife and I started the process of adopting our foster daughter. She'd been with us since she was two days old and things were finally coming to a close. The mother had been TPR'd and lost all eight of her kids. The process got far enough that we'd started calling her by her new name and I got myself pulled from an upcoming deployment.
We never adopted her. Bureaucrats decided that it would cost less to have a sketchy family adopt her and all seven of her brothers and sisters than us and the other foster families take her and them. They wouldn't even make it quick, as we had to keep taking her to these people for increasingly lengthy periods of time.
We fought with everything that we had, but even after we found that these people would be farming the siblings out to friends and pocketing the support payments, nothing could stop what had been placed in motion. Not even the original biological mother who'd lost the children somehow becoming a live-in housekeep for the adopting family put a dent in the plans.
When she finally left completely, so did we. I was placed back on the deployment and was given four days to prepare. My wife went back home to Mississippi.
Going through my old pictures from that time period is brutal. Across one row, it goes from baby pictures to deployment training. I was overseas a month that.
In 2015, after fostering kids for two years and watching kid after kid go straight back to horrible situations, my wife and I started the process of adopting our foster daughter. She'd been with us since she was two days old and things were finally coming to a close. The mother had been TPR'd and lost all eight of her kids. The process got far enough that we'd started calling her by her new name and I got myself pulled from an upcoming deployment.
We never adopted her. Bureaucrats decided that it would cost less to have a sketchy family adopt her and all seven of her brothers and sisters than us and the other foster families take her and them. They wouldn't even make it quick, as we had to keep taking her to these people for increasingly lengthy periods of time.
We fought with everything that we had, but even after we found that these people would be farming the siblings out to friends and pocketing the support payments, nothing could stop what had been placed in motion. Not even the original biological mother who'd lost the children somehow becoming a live-in housekeep for the adopting family put a dent in the plans.
When she finally left completely, so did we. I was placed back on the deployment and was given four days to prepare. My wife went back home to Mississippi.
Going through my old pictures from that time period is brutal. Across one row, it goes from baby pictures to deployment training. I was overseas a month that.