Brad
I went into the supermarket yawning, after a shift and a hell of a week, I was completely shattered, and destroyed.
I’ve been fighting with Sheila for over three weeks. We weren’t moving forward on good terms, and it wasn’t what I was hoping for in peace, not that she cared.
According to Sheila’s mind, her pregnancy wasn’t important to her and her career. She didn’t want to miss any opportunity, she didn’t want to interrupt her career for our daughter, she didn’t want to pause her life for our daughter, so she’d rather give her up for adoption than raise her, and when I said I’d take full responsibility, she refused.
For three weeks, all I had done was talk to my lawyer and the social workers that Sheila had put in the middle of the adoption because, without my consent, she had so
