A 35 year old female.
Living in a big North American City.
Battling with fertility, mostly male factor.
Have a daughter who we adore to the moon and back.
Father commit suicide when he was 59, I was 24.
Both parents born in Europe during WW2, both parents affected by war tragedy, both parents eventually ended up here, in this big North American city.
Father was a wacky man with a short fuse. Very creative, clever but impulsive, sensitive and perhaps misdirected. Its quite sad.
Have a brother who is 5 years older. Great guy, but different than me in SO many ways.
Married a beautiful person, 3 years clean from a coke and booze addiction.
Work as a middle school teacher. The career of my dreams? No. Still figuring that out. BUT having a career is a wonderful feeling and security, so not adoring my career is trumped by the joys of simply having one.
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