Foster Swear

Hi...I’m still alive. Seriously couldn’t remember how to post here for a minute and started to sweat. 

Quick update.

I have the worlds best partner. He is kind, nurturing, and affectionate. All the things I was starved for. He also happens to be the father of three amazing boys and is a rugby player (so hot!). Our kids are 12,12,10,7,6 (Joni and Elton bookend his boys), they get along great and I finally have a family big enough to justify the insane quantities of food I’ve always cooked. ❤️

Other than that, that last year has been pretty shitty. I lost my biological father, a job I loved, and of course everything else that that 2020 brought us.

I’m getting a divorce

One of my best friends has a mass on her pancreas. Biopsy is tomorrow but, it looks bad.

Good News

I LOVE my new job as a SA victim advocate.

Months ago I interviewed for a job as a Victim Advocate, knowing I wasn’t qualified. I didn’t care. Every atom in my body told me I had to. Seriously.

The week before my interview I didn’t even know what a VA was. I had been helping a loved one that had been sexually assaulted, finally get some long overdue answers about their case and honestly it felt really good. I wondered “Who else can I do this for? Is this a job?”. I took my question to Google and searched “victim services (my) county”. The very first listing that came up was for a local private nonprofit that was hiring a VA. As I read the job description my entire body started buzzing and I knew I had to apply. Not only was this exactly the job I had just been picturing in my head, it was about 3 blocks from my house.

My interview was not at all what I had prepared myself for but, I nailed it. I walked out feeling high and suddenly had hope that I might really get this job! So the next week when I got a phone call letting me know the job had gone to someone else, I was devastated. The director told me that it was a really hard decision, they really did like me, and offered to pay for training for me in the hopes that I would volunteer for them. I took them up on the offer of training, now knowing that I HAD to be an advocate.

Months and 30+ hours of training later I received a call asking me to come in the office for a meeting. My mind was blown when I was officially offered a full time job as a Sexual Assault Victim Advocate!

Today was my first day and I didn’t know I could be this happy. I have the job I dreamed of, where I wanted to be, with the people I wanted to work with.

Me: The Park-n-ride, when you were a tiny baby. (true story)

Elton: But I’m a big kid now. I can talk.

Me: Yes you can. Did you know that some day you will be an adult like me?

Elton: and then I can drink wine!!