Hi guys! I know I haven't written a diary post in quite some time, but I have an excuse for that. A lot had happened since then...you may remember how I told you about my difficulties with my host - family. If you don't - here's what was going on there.
First of all - me and the family, we didn't exactly "click" together - they were snob - ish, not really interested in what I have to say, from the very beginning, we separated from each other in the house. For that reason, I never felt like I was "home" there. Their lifestyle was just very different from mine. And when they told me, that they don't shop in a mall, because it's not very chic for them, it hit me, that they will never understand me and I won't ever understand them. Another problem started right from the beginning. Their five year old son, who was still wearing diper at that time, could not speak very well and behaved rather like a 2 or 3 year old, abused me. I know he wasn't realizing what he was doing - but he was biting me, scratching me, pulling my hair, ripping my clothes, kicking me, hitting me in my face...it was crazy. And what was even more insane - it seemed like the parents don't even care. Once or twice they told him that it's not good. The day when he unfastened his seatbelt in the car, bit me from behind while I was driving, put his hands in front of my eyes so I could not see anything and finally climed onto my lap (and I was on a freeway full of trafic and could not stop the car), I decided to contact the agency and tell them I need to change family.
The entire process took so long and was very tiring though. First of all, every time I contacted the agency, they told me:"Ok, don't worry, we'll find you a new family, you have to stay there only for two weeks..." and then in two weeks they would say:" We know you are in contact with a new family, but your current host - mother said everything was OK and you decided to stay with them" which, obviously, was a lie.
I felt like nobody, not the family, not even my agency, respected that I really wanted and NEEDED to get out of there. For God's sake, I was physically attacked every day and I still have scars on my body!!
Finally, I demanded that me and the mother go visit the agency representative. We did so last Friday. The mother said that she was upset that I hate them so much and she begged me to stay another week with them, because she had nobody to take care of her children (why she couldn't take care of them herself is still a mystery to me, she wasn't working...). I was so tired, so stressed out, wanted to get out of there so badly, but I said yes. Another week and then I would move into a family I'd already spoken with.
We got back home, it was about 2 PM. I sat down in my room, reading a book, waiting for the school to be over so I could pick the kids up there. When, suddenly, the mother stormed into my room and told me I had an hour to pack all of my stuff and get out of her house. She even brough her male friend to look after me in case I didn't want to leave.
Instead of panicking, I started slowly packing, realizing that I won't be able to pack everything into the one suitcase I brought with me. I called the agency, the new family, which was happy for me to come the very same day. I booked a train ticket and I left. It was pouring raining outside, I had a suitcase so heavy I couldn't lift it, two handbags, two plastic bags, soaking wet...I walked to the bus station (stopping by at my dear friend Simona on my way), then to the train station, then again to the train station...until I was in Toulouse.
My new host - mother picked me up, so welcoming, so nice and so supportive. On our way home we told each other more than I've ever said to my previous family. I met the kids shortly in the evening and the father, too. They are all so nice and such lovely and positive people.
So this is where I live now. In a beautiful country house, in the country side, near the city of Toulouse, with perfect family. I couldn't be any happier. It's been only a week, but I have a feeling that this is going to work! And if not - at least the kids don't bite! :-)
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