Theme in OD

So, this weeks theme question is:

If someone was going to pick out the perfect birthday present for you, what would it be?

Now, some might expect my response to be something like a working TARDIS or unlimited free broadband access. Something like that.

But it’s not.

My perfect birthday present would be a relationship with my daughter.

For those of you who don’t already know this story, it goes a little something like this:

Just before my 18th birthday, I started going out with The Ex. And we promptly started sleeping with each other (we were each others first).

It wasn’t all sweetness and light. We fought, as couples do. (I’m not sure how many couples fought because she, at 17, wanted a 25 year mortgage and he, at 80 and unemployed, didn’t [I won, BTW] but there we go.)

In fact, we did actually split up for a while before getting back together.

We moved in together and she found out she was pregnant. And she suffered from horrendous morning sickness. She literally couldn’t keep anything down and was in and out of hospital with dehydration.

So it wasn’t easy. It was less easy when she announced on Christmas Day that she wanted to split up with me.

Then the crazy started. She would phone me at work all the time just so we could talk. Despite the fact that a) she knew my mobile phone number and so could call me whenever she wanted, and b) I worked at Burger King so therefore midday, at the height of our busiest time was not the ideal time for a call.

It got so bad that it was pissing off the managers and supervisors. This is the point at which she sent me into a blind panic by pretending to be my sister, just so she could talk to me.

I really wish I was making that up.

Eventually, she stopped communicating with me altogether. I did, however, know roughly when she was due to give birth. So, I headed to the hospital only to be told that she’d banned me from seeing either of them.

And, that was that. Or it was until a couple of Christmasses ago, fulled on boredom, alcohol and having watched the Pushing Daisies where Emerson tells Ned about his daughter, I looked for The Ex on FB, followed the link to her myspace and found the following pic:

Yup, that’s The Ex. And my daughter.

I know I could get a lawyer and see about access, etc. while a part of me really wants to do. But at the same time, I’m not sure what, if anything, she’s been told about me and I don’t particularly want to upset or disrupt her.

But, yeah, that would be my ideal birthday present.

Will

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