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Reflektion

Jeg sidder her I min bil, med mine to dejlige børn på bagsædet, og forsøger at reflektere over min fortid. Jeg tænker ofte over min fortid, og de fejl jeg har lavet, og de konsekvenser det har haft I tidens løb. Endnu engang har min fortid ramt mig som en hammer, og endnu engang tænker jeg på hvor unfair det er, at jeg forsøger at bedre mig selv og mit liv, at jeg gør alt for at være den bedste mor for mine børn, den bedste kone for min mand, men at der alligevel er skygger der bliver ved med at forfølge mig, og bliver ved med at forsøge at gøre mit liv surt, fordi de stadig sidder fast og holder en grudge I mod mig. Jeg ved godt at jeg I sin tid for 4-5-6 år siden lavede noget skidt, jeg ved godt at det var forkert for jeg tog noget der ikke var mit, noget der ikke tilhørte mig. Det er noget jeg stadig den dag I dag tænker på, og jeg tænker stadig på hvor mange mennesker der blev påvirket af at jeg ville have penge. Og det er også derfor at jeg ikke gør det mere. Det er derfor at jeg har slået en streg I sandet og sagt nok er nok.

Folk går så højt op I at jeg er på “welfare” hvilket jeg ikke er.. At jeg “panhandler” hvilket jeg ikke gør, og ikke har gjort de sidste 3 år. At jeg får hjælp fra “kirker” hvillet jeg heller ikke gør. Jeg fik for to et havlt år siden hjælp af én kirke/organisation, til at få betalt en bil registrering og reparation, så vi kunne bruge bilen til at arbejde. Siden da har vi klaret tingene selv. Min mand har haft arbejde de sidste to et halvt år, jeg har også arbejdet med det jeg kunne, hjulpet til med leveringer, taget under bordet jobs/gigs, og forsøgt at klare tingene og stay afloat uden hjælp. Jo, det er svært, vi bor I Californien hvor det er dyrt, men vi har gjort det. Vi kunne havde taget den uærlige og kriminelle vej I stedet for, og sagt screw it, men hvorfor ødelægge vores fremtid? Hvorfor ramme uskyldige mennesker igen? Det er ikke noget vi har lyst til. Men engang imellem har de fleste brug for hjælp, og det er der min fortid indhenter mig, og det er der skyggerne står og ånder mig I nakken og vil gøre alt for at prevente mig for at få hjælp, eller sælge mine ting for den sags skyld…. Sidste nye var at jeg satte MIN computer til salg, en computer som jeg har købt og betalt for. Jeg satte den til salg for at kunne købe lidt julemad til juleaften, fordi pandemien har ramt os ligeså hårdt som den har andre… Straks er der nogle der går ind og skriver privat beskeder til folk der tilbyder hjælp. Sender årgamle artikler til dem, og smøre tykt på med hvor forfærdelig jeg er. Dejligt, ikke? Igen skal jeg forsvare mig selv, og igen skal jeg sidde med en knude I maven og føle mig uværdig og umenneskelig. Og det er desværre det de vil have. Det er det de altid har villet have, selv før alt det med bedrageri Kom ud, for det er det disse mennesker har levet for de sidste mange år.. Og før mig, var det nogle andre, og før de andre var det nogle andre.

Forvirring

Der har så vidt jeg kunne se været lidt forvirring blandt mine følger, mhp. Min bolig situation, og også folk der troede at jeg ikke havde en permanent bolig. Jeg har måske ikke været helt klar i støvet, for jeg har faktisk ikke helt selv vidst Jordan det nu ville fungere når jeg havde været på en årskontrakt, så jeg rækte ud til min udlejer, for at finde ud af hvor jeg stod når nu min lejekontrakt udløb, og fik at vide at den som alle andres bare går over til måned til måned. Det er skide smart, for det giver en hel del mere frihed, hvis man ønsker at flytte som vi på sigt gør. Der er ingen plads problemer, vores børn har eget værelse, men sover i vores seng (åh, det er så hyggeligt!) Og min mor sover derfor på en rejseseng inde på børneværelset.. denne bliver klappet sammen om dagen og stilet væk.

På sigt vil vi gerne over i noget større, måske et hus? Og gerne lidt længere ude på “landet” hvor der er ro. Det kunne være rart i forhold til børnene ikke at bo i midten af LA som vi gør nu, men det skal også passe sammen med min mands arbejde, så det er en process der tager tid og ikke noget vi rusher med ❤ I mellemtiden nyder vi besøgene med min steddatter, og jeg kan også fortælle at min mand består sine programmer her i August.. Så håber vi snart at retten når igennem alle de sager som pga. Corona er blevet skubbet, og når til hans sag. Derudover begynder vi også så småt at samle ting til lille Henry. Åh hvor er det skægt med en dreng mere, og vi glæder os til hans ankomst ❤

Safe at home – Lockdown

What are you doing during these days of lockdown?

Here, we don’t have a lockdown order (yet) but we do have a shelter in place, or safe at home order, which is the step before a completely lockdown. Our usually busy City Of Angels is somewhat deserted and.. boring. People are staying home as much as they can, and doesn’t go out unless they need groceries (toilet paper) going to the doctor, or other essential activities. Traffic is for once smooth. So what are you spending your time on during “lockdown”?

Here, we’re all home.. My husbands restaurant got shut down as they were only filling in a couple of orders a day, and since it’s a breakfast and lunch restaurant people like to go and enjoy their meals at the restaurant which they obviously can’t do.. They did offer take out and delivery, but the demand was minimal. The great thing though is that he got the chance to hoard some of their amazing breads and pastries, yay for us! So now our fridge and freezer is filled with croissants, walnut/blueberry bread, wheat bread, nut bread, grain bread, etc.

We only go out if we really need to get some groceries or other essentials. Aside from that, we stay home.

We bathe our dogs, and brush their hair, lol. We take a well deserved nap once a day.

I take pictures from my patio (yup, my patio) if the birds, squirrels, dogs, and other animals outside.

And we watch TV.. Lots of it! What else can you do? We only watch kiddo shows though.. Our TV is running on blippi, mother goose club, minnie mouse, you name it

If you have any suggestions, please feel free to drop them here ❤

Dagpleje NEJ TAK

Rigtigt mange spørger mig stadig hvorfor jeg ikke sætter mine børn i børnepasning, for det er jo så sundt, eller er det?

Min søn blev sat i dagpleje da han var 9 måneder, jeg tror den gang var det mere af tvang end af lyst. Jeg følte mig presset til at han skulle i pasning, for det skal alle børn jo (i følge eksperterne) for ellers så udvikler de ikke de sociale færdigheder som de har brug for.. Og som jeg er blevet ældre kan jeg se hvor forkerte de udsagn er, for der er ikke noget vigtigere for børn end at være sammen med deres primære omsorgs personer i den tid hvor de udvikler sig Aller mest.

Jeg går hjemme, min mand arbejder. Jeg passer indkøb, rengøring, betaling af regninger, pasning af børn, mens han laver pengene. Gammeldags? Tjo, men det fungere. Jeg nyder tiden med mine børn mens at de er små, og på trods af at Hope ikke har været i dagpleje, så klare hun det ganske godt. Hendes ordforråd er bredt, hun snakker både dansk og engelsk, hun kan sine ABC’s, hun kan tælle. Hayden er ved at lære at gå.. Jeg ville ikke for noget misse disse første store begivenheder ved at droppe dem af i pasning. At have børn er hårdt arbejde, det er et valg vi tager og når man er hjemmegående så bør man (i min optik) passe ens børn selv.

Hope fylder tre år næste år, og når hun bliver tre vil jeg give hende halve dage i preschool. Hvis jeg kan se at hun nyder det, vil jeg udvide til hele dage.

Fostering dogs

A lot of you know that I have been fostering dogs for a while.. Around a year to be exact. I stopped for a minute while I transitioned from my house to my apartment, but have slowly started again, and I still love it just as much as I did to begin with. You get experience with different dogs, and some dogs you may/may not click with as much as the other. Sometimes fostering is for an short amount of days (like with the mom and puppies) other times it’s more long term. I am working with different rescues, just because they specialize in different types of dogs.. Some rescues are for small breeds where others are large breeds, and I am personally more into large breeds.Fostering is incredibly selfless and rewarding, but it is also incredibly hard, especially if you really bond with the pup and he/she has to go. On the other hand it is amazing to watch them grow and go into their fur-ever homes. Right now we’re fostering an old man.. Let’s call him “Duke”. Duke is a whopping 10 years old, but the sweetest guy you could imagine.. You can definitely feel that he is a senior, he walks super slow, and he got great manners! He knows how to “beg” (give paw) and any time you scratch him and stop he turns around to stare you down and poke you with his paw until you do it again. He is such a happy boy and it is truly a blessing being able to foster him, plus our girl Amara loves him.Hope also loves animals, and she loves it whenever we get a foster pup. Of course it is a little strange when the pup has to leave, but she is super cool about it.If you’re in a country/state where you have the possibility to foster, please do so. Also please chose to adopt instead of shop.. There is so many dogs that needs it, especially the seniors, and it is incredibly selfless to become a foster, I promise (s)he will love you for it, and you along with the pup will grow.

The UNITED states

Man.. One thing that I love about this country is the many many kind people that I have crossed paths with.

I keep getting the same questions, why do you love the US?

Danish people is incredibly close minded, where a lot of American is extremely kind hearted and open. I don’t fit in with close minded people, cold people, rude people, and people whom are minding their own business. I like saying hello to people in the morning, I love chit chatting in the bus stop with other moms, I love that people openly Express how beautiful my kids are, and I love how people help each other. Of course, there’s stuck up people everywhere regardless of where you go, but a lot of these people over here have grown up being kind and gentle towards others and I really truly admire that.

One example is.. When i was expecting Kyle, I had to go to my induction in Roskilde from my town Slagelse.. I get onto the train and it is packed… There I am heavily pregnant, in pain and uncomfortable, and not one single person offers me a seat… Another pregnant lady came over and helped me so I could sit down on the stairs by the door of the train.

Today, I was out with the kids.. Hands full with Hope in one hand and Hayden in the other, I had my purse and a diaper bag on my shoulder and I was struggling getting into the bus.. When I got in I started to scout for a seat on the overcrowded bus, and immediately, not one, but 5 people gets up and offers me their seats AND their help. Now talk about kindness and respect.

The world tends to get a little bit greater when you help each other instead of ignoring and being ignorant and selfish.

I may not be American by blood, but I am most definitely American by heart. I the place where I am confident and happy, and where I actually fit in, compared to Denmark, and I wouldn’t have it any differently.

Removed

You know, people are so quick to report other moms/dads to the children’s services, both over here, but especially in Denmark. These people use the services as a weapon and doesn’t think about the terrible damage that they are/can cause for the kids but also for the parents.

I myself was removed when I was 13 years old. I wasn’t going to school, because I was being bullied and school really didn’t interest me.. I was terrible at math (always have been, probably always will) and I just didn’t fit in. I was a sad child when i was in school and i eventually completely stopped attending school.

The services got involved and eventually removed me.. The grounds for the removal? “We were too close,” keep in mind that I was a 13 year old girl just started her teenage year, no dad to lean on, and no close friends, so not only was my mother my mom, she was also my friend, friendemy, my support, and my shoulder to lean on. I loved my mom dearly and I always will love her dearly.

During that year when I was removed I was hiding several places.. Copenhagen, in a little town in Jutland, in Sweden, at my dad’s, in Copenhagen again, and eventually i was caught after three months on the run and placed in a group home just outside of Copenhagen. From the moment I stepped inside i hated it, there was no feelings from the caregivers it was just a job, and I was just another kid that had been removed from home, so I did what i had to do, I ran.. Over, and over, and over again. Everytime I ran away the police came and picked me up, and took me back, and eventually the county decided to place me further away from my mom and from Copenhagen which had made it easy for me to run away because of the easy access to transportation. When I was moved up to the other place I was already deep into self harming and depression.

Moving me did not keep me from running away, and after a few days at the “open prison” up there I once again found a way to flee. Again this went on for a while, and everytime I ran I would be picked up by either the workers, or the police that would send me back. Eventually the police gave up, and when they called from the group home they refused to get me, they had gotten the point, I did not want to be there, I wanted to be at home with my mom. I was ruthless without her.

My mom contacted every possible person that she could get ahold of.. She contacted the state ministry, the ombudsmand, and Tine Bryld.

Tine Bryld became my savior, she went to the county office and half an hour later I was reunified with my mom.. This waa as exactly a year after my removal.

Me being removed was also what sat the grounds for my criminal behaviour, it was never my mom. At the second group home I was placed at we would go on “night runs” as we called it and break into houses, set fire on houses/cars, etc. We would steal and drink and smoke weed. And I got ruined completely. After our reunification I was offered no services.. No therapy.. No nothing, I was simply dropped and forgotten, left to my own devices and my mom was left with a child broken into to pieces that she had to put together and make whole.

When my son was removed from me I felt that unbearable pain again, and for a short moment I was ready to give up on my life. Kyle was everything I had, he was my pride and joy, and he was ripped away from me because some people don’t know or don’t want to know how damaging it is to report strangers on no grounds. I wasn’t abusing my baby, I never would, I had left a situation that I knew I wouldn’t survive in the long run, and that was a bad choice, but I never asked for strangers up in my ass.

That is why I get furious when people start running their mouth and start bringing up the children’s services, because they are no fucking joke, and you risk ruining a family’s life because your ass is itching and you can’t reach.

Think about this the next time you want to scratch that itching butt and push the send button.. you might forget what you have done but the family that you are out to get may be broken forever.

Anxiety

I’ve always been blunt and honest about my anxiety, especially in anxious times.

I am still not exactly sure what triggers it, sometimes it’s smells, sounds, and memories, other times it just pops up. I think for me, it is a sign that I need to relax and remember myself.. two things that i am extremely bad at doing.. I am always thinking about others before myself (hey! That comes with motherhood, right?!) And then I have a great fear of losing and dying myself. Sometimes it’s kind of horrible, other times, manageable.

Since I started the young mothers, I started out by being open about my “condition” but was quickly told that I was full of sh*t, and that hit me hard. Back then my anxiety was out of control, and I was dealing with severe panic attacks every day.. when I came over here, it started to go the right way *finally* and when I got inside after being homeless it started to peak through again.. Why, you may ask? I think it is the feeling of being trapped.. On the streets I was free, like completely free.. no responsibility, panhandling and sleeping in the free, and that is something that you quickly become used to.. You adapt to your situation, and life on the streets is unfortunately one of those things that is addicting.

I manage my anxiety now, even if it’s bad.. I find solace in my kids, and I find peace in my husband and mother. Is it annoying that I have trouble being alone? Sure! Is it annoying that i have these fears? Yes! But I hope that I will one day be able to live without anxiety once again, and love without fear. I am practicing, but the steps are tiny.

What works for you and your anxiety? All tips and tricks are welcomed with open arms ❤

Jeremy’s dom

Riiiiiiiigtigt mange kommentere på Jeremy’s dom tilbage i 2008, og for hans skyld har jeg holdt tæt med det, men jeg er virkeligt træt af at man bliver ved med at kaste med mudder, når man ikke selv står i pøblen.

Jeremy har to andre børn udover Aile, Hope og Hayden.. Da han fik sin datter gik der cirka en måned før hans eks var gravid igen. De var i et usundt forhold med vold fra begge sider og stof/alkohol misbrug.

Jeremy var alene hjemme en dag da hans søn var 18 måneder, med hans datter og søn mens kæresten var på arbejde. De havde taget en lur og han vågner ved at hans søn skriger. I timerne efter forsøger han at berolige, kigge ble, tilbyde mad, berolige, berolige, berolige, og intet virker. På et tidspunkt ser han rødt, og giver en lussing. Han ringer efter sin eks som kommer 10 minutter senere og tager på sygehuset da det har efterladt et mærke på kinden (selvfølgelig). På sygehuset kryber han til korset og siger at han havde givet ham en lussing, han bliver anholdt, myndighederne bliver indvolveret, og han bliver smidt ud. Han får en misdemeanor og en betinget dom på 30 dages fængsel.

Var det forkert? Ja, i den grad! Jeg er selv fuldstændigt i mod spanking (som er lovligt herovre, såfremt det ikke efterlader mærker) og jeg er i mod vold. Jeremy kender min holdning, han ved at jeg ikke vil acceptere det, og han ved at hvis han nogensinde skulle udvise nogen som helst form for aggressiv adfærd overfor mine børn, så det ud. Men jeg vil ikke blive ved med at slå ham i hovedet for noget han gjorde så mange år tilbage. Han fik en straf, han tog parenting timer, og han mistede sine to børn, som han ikke har kontakt med i dag. Den ene handling skal han bøde for resten af sit liv, den ene handling husker han resten af sit liv. Han har ikke behov for fremmede mennesker fra Danmark til at slå ham for det.

Han begik en (meget utilgivelig og forkert fejl) og han mistede alt hvad han havde. Intet vil nogensinde kunne retfærdiggøre hvad han gjorde, aldrig nogensinde, men livet går videre.

Back at it again

I’ve been having a hard time keeping up with blogging lately, just because life has a tendency to get in the way. So much is happening at the moment, and sometimes i simply just forget.

I love blogging; I love the fact that I can write out my feelings and thoughts and be able to include my followers (or friends as I like to call them) in my life.

My first post on this new site will be a little update on what’s happening right now. As many of you know from my Instagram, my husband and I are trying to get his daughter home from foster care. They took her from her mother when she was just 9 months old and put into protective custody. My husband was in jail back then, and they reached out to him in jail, asking if he wanted to pursue getting her. He wanted to, but we were on the streets, and we didn’t have the environment for her. It was hard to say no, but he did it for her sake to spare her from stress. In September of this year, DCFS contacted him again and we arranged a meeting with them. They came home and saw our place, got a lot of information about how we’re standing now, that he has a job, an apartment, is married, and that he has two thriving children, and we set up a plan and have started the visitation. As far as everything goes, everything looks good. The foster family she is in is amazing, and they have done a fantastic job with her. The social worker is also very nice, and they are for reunification. Next step is that my husband needs to petition in court and knowing the system it can take a while, but that is okay, meanwhile we can get to know his daughter. Good thing is that she adores Hope and Hope adores her. She is buttering up to Jeremy and I. It’s a process and it is probably also a little overwhelming for her, so we are letting her take her time. Aside from the visits once a week, i am talking to her twice a week over facetime. I am going to be with her a majority of the time, so i have to get to know her and she has to get comfortable with me and get used to me.
She is a very smart little girl, and she is very kind and sweet. They call Hope ”mini Aile” because Hope and Aile throws the exact same temper tantrums.

Any ways.. This was a little starter update.. I am going to try to stick to blogging this time and do it at least once or twice a week.