One form. One simple form has thrown my life up in the air and spun it around like a tornado ripping through a small village causing causalities left right and centre.

A bit of background before I continue..
I’m a 30 year old single mum from Melbourne Australia. And no before you ask I don’t have a pet Koala and I don’t ride my Kangaroo down the street to the shops!
I have a beautiful 4 1/2 year old daughter, Miss A, who is the light of my life. S, Miss A’s “father” or sperm donor as I sometimes refer to him as, was engaged to someone else when we got pregnant, I however had no idea they were together! When my pregnancy was revealed L, who was S’s fiancé decided to stay with him and was happy to play happy families. S however was not and decided in my 7th month, on my birthday may I add, that he wanted nothing more to do with us. He has never seen or wanted to see his daughter.

Now on to this form.
I decided a few months back that I would love to take Miss A on a cruise. We have a trip to Disneyworld planned for next year but I thought a short cruise would be a nice little getaway for us. This however meant Miss A needed her first passport!!

I knew the process would be a little more difficult and would take a little longer. S isn’t on her birth certificate but pays child support (a long story!) and apparently this gives him some parental recognition (rolls eyes), this meant I would have to go through the special considerations board to get permission without him as I had no contact details for him plus he had told me to never get in contact with him again. I just didn’t realise the devastation one little form was about to cause.  

I filled in the form with no issues, sent it in and thought that would be it. Boy I was wrong! It was a Tuesday afternoon and Miss A and I had just arrived at a friends house after a busy morning at Ballet class. I got a phone call that would lead to the tornado that was about to rip through my life. “Hi this is Anna from the passport office, I am your caseworker for Miss A’s passport” It was the next line that made my stomach turn, do a backflip and drop to the ground “I am just letting you know that I have just sent a consent form to S to get this approval for Miss A’s Passport” Fuck! Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!! S had told me 5 weeks after Miss A was born to never contact him again. Shit was about to hit that fan.

What happened the next day still shocks me 2 months on. The lies, the devastation, the guilt…

5 thoughts on “Prologue”

  1. My heart just breaks for you love…your story is truly a sad one. It sounds similar to a friend of mine who actually lives in Australia and I do believe not far from you. I send my best thoughts and wishes your way.

  2. Very sad and scarey. At least you have Miss A to love and to live for. I know she is in your heart deeper than anything else. I will pray for you. God bless you.

  3. Now I’m getting smart I decided to start at the beginning of your diary.
    I read your most recent entry and S has come a long way from being this man who was pushing you out of his life. He must have been doing a lot thinking in the last weeks/months. This must have been so hard for you to have to deal with him when he wasn’t willing to even talk to you.

  4. Very sad story of you.Don,t worry. Best wishes and best of luck for your future.

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