My Drama Packed Life..

This blog is supposed to hold accounts of my life in Paris as a fabulous single mother or so I thought. Although it is hard to swallow this story should be written and be read, after all it’s not something that happens everyday.

I came here in Paris via invitation of the father of my child, who we shall call Cedric. For those of you who know, Cedric and I do not have an ideal relationship. All the cheating and lying blah, blah.blah! But anyway I thought he had a nirvana and he really does want to be a part of my baby’s birth and while I thought he was having enlightenment I was getting blind because I fell for it.

Cedric’s parents are totally against their son’s decision and Cedric having no disposition followed everything his parents’ say thus leaving our rented apartment after signing PACS (concubinage) with me which was not enough for me to gain legal rights to stay in France much more to use his social security or insurance for my upcoming delivery.

My bastard ex almost left me in the care of social services that would bring me to house for homeless people but instead left me in Paris with my cousin who is also new in France and still trying to get a job and rents a room no bigger tan 10 sq mt and a single bed, obviously not suited for another pregnant woman and a coming baby.

He promised this will only be temporary until he has paid what he owes to his parents so that they won’t hold his neck. I believed him or at least I hoped for things to be better.

A week after a nightmare happened, the landlord wants us to move out immediately for some reason too complicated to write here coz it involves an evil plot by too many characters too unimportant to write about.

Two days before that, I had contact with my ex Cyprien who happens to be back in Paris for good (see March 5 2007 post: For everyone who have loved). Of course having known we will be homeless the 2nd time around I asked Cedric for help but all he can think of is to tell me to dial 15 for Samu Social assistance to give us shelter for the night.

Then the final day came, it was a holiday in france 11th of November. My ex came with his mom. I did not know why I just thought it would be a simple get together. Little did I know my cousin-in-law from the Philippines called him to ask to help me and that I am in trouble.

An hour into the conversation of what happened to me in France, Cedric sent a message that he was on his way to bring us to a friend’s house for the night to figure out what to do next. I was convinced I will sleep in the homeless shelter for the night.

Cyprien decided that he will not allow me to stay in a shelter because it's not a place for me ( a shelter houses drug addicts, juvvenile delinquents, beggars, drunkards etc.) so he and his mother decided to take my things to bring me back home with them and stay with his grandmother’s house until I give birth.

Cedric came in time as we transport my things out from the lift to his car and Cedric was dumbfounded he did not know what was happening. Cyprien introduced himself to him. It was weird my 2 exe’s in front of me. The father of my child is abandoning me and my ex trying to save me.

He has the cheek to ask Cyprien, do you need my phone number? To which Cyprien replied. “No I don’t!” (Naramdaman ko talaga na biglang haba ang hair ko!). Then we drove back to their place in Lagny.

He assured me, things will get better. It already is.

Now I know how it feels like to be saved by your prince charming.

P.S

Cedric called that night begging me to see him. He was telling me how embarrassed he was. How he felt like a coward.

Cyprien’s family put me on a diet of no salt and lots of healthy fruits and vegetables to make sure I am well and fit for my delivery.

2 days after his mom accompanied me to the hospital for consultation and managed to get me free medical aide due to my condition. Now that’s what you call FREE DELIVERY!

Cyprien and his mom visits and call me regularly..

I wonder how I can ever pay them back for their hospitality, generosity and outmost kindness.

I can get used to this..

Went out shopping with my ex's mother and grandmother for my baby's romper during his stay in the hospital. Gise, Cyprien's grandmother bought me an early gift for my baby.

Before that we were at the supermarket buying food for me too. I cannot imagine how lucky the girl my ex will marry when his family is accommodating me with open arms, no hesitations when the real father of my child abandoned us.

Oh yes, I forgot to blog about my dramatic days in Paris last week. I'll do a recap in my next blog.

Recap

Oui, I was gone for more than a year a crazy one that is. Now lets' see if i do this in bullet form it would be easier for me and for you. Yes you, whoever you are or if there's anyone reading this crap anyway.

• dated a dozen times-------> got a new bf------> moved in together
• realized how bad an idea it was (he is a serial liar and a cheat to 10th power)
• I got pregnant
• travelled to Indonesia, Malaysia, Philippines, France
• Decided to keep the baby, so still pregnant
• Separated with my ever cheating bf
• left my job
• left Singapore, moved back to the Philippines
• MY ex moved back to France and knocked his head telling me to give birth in France
• I think I am the one with the concussion coz I agreed
• I tag my cousin with me to Paris
• Now I'm leaving with my ex who thinks we are still together yet flirting with a dozen girls online, promising love and care to whoever falls prey.

So now here is where the real story begins. My life in Paris as a Fabulous Single Mom.