Adoption :D

Well, something I neglected to mention earlier is that I'm being adopted by my step dad.  My mother and real father got married when I was three and got divorced just a few months later.  He was in and out of my childhood and I was very confused.  I don't really have a lot of good memories of him.  I do remember him smoking pot in front of me when I was just a toddler, and being excited whenever he came back home.  I remember when my mom kicked him out, I remember that as if it was yesterday.  I was sitting on the couch in the living room and watching some television.  My mother and father were in the next room which was the dining room fighting.  I could see them clearly from where I was because there was no door between the rooms, just an arch-like-opening.  I had just woken up from my nap and my mother was covered in bruises.  My dad did a lot of drugs and my mother got sick of it so she flushed them down the toilet.  When my father found out he came home and beat her.  I remember them arguing and my mother telling him to get out and it was over.  I was very confused and I started to cry and hid my face in a pillow.  Someone tried to move the pillow from my face, I assume it was my mother, but they didn't succeed.  When I was 5 my mother met my step father, Gary.  They were both corrections officers for the county.  Gary had gotten two tickets to a concert and needed someone to go with and everyone there suggested he ask out my mother, but they weren't sure if she was with someone or not because she seemed so content.  But he asked her anyway and she said yes.  They went out a few times before the concert to get to know each other, before long he started staying the night, and then several nights because my mothers house was closer to where they both worked than his house.  Then he moved it and a 2 years later my mother got pregnant with my little sister, and then another 2 years passed and she got pregnant with my little brother.  I didn't like him very much when I was younger because I was very confused.  Although I didn't have much of a relationship with my father who lived in Georgia, I still considered him my father like any young child would.  I visited him and the rest of my family down there about once a year.  He didn't really have much to do with me.  Then when I was 9 we moved from our house to Garys house which is where we still live now.   They got married when I was 10 and I was the maid of honor.  Right before I turned 16 was when I asked Gary to adopt me, I actually asked him when we were fighting.  I don't really remember what we were fighting about, but he brought up something about me not liking him and thats when I said, "don't like you? Gary I want you to adopt me!" He was blown away and he said he would adopt me in a heartbeat.  Well that Heartbeat has taken over a year and a half, but we're nearing the end of the very long process.  Today we have a home visit from probation.  They come and see our home and ask me and my family questions about our relationship and what not.  I think its funny because I still live with my mother and Gary has raised me since I was 5 years old, but its their policy.  I'll keep you updated and whats to come, but soon we will have court dates and I will get my last name changed.  Wish me luck :D