The More I Learn, The Less I Want To Know

The more I know about this adoption and adoption in general, the less I want to know about it.

I hate going through pages and pages of lies, manipulations, and red flags. I got my Child Development Associate’s Degree just to keep my brain busy while waiting for the babies to be born. I’m an avid learner but some things I just don’t want to know about. While reading through my class material, the whole section on adoption literally made my knees tremble. I wanted to skip the section altogether because just seeing the word adoption written out makes me crazy.

The adoptive mother has a master’s degree in psychology. She knew full well the effects of adoption on the child, mother, and family and still went ahead with it, fixing her own infertility by taking the fruit of another woman’s womb. Adoptions done the ‘ right ‘ way need to be treated delicately, but adoptions done in the dark are absolutely wrong.

When goods, gifts, jewelry, and money are being lavished on someone for a child, in my opinion that is a ‘ baby sale.’ All that and more were given to Lupita, my sister never took a dime. Her medical bills remain unpaid, her wages garnished. The adoptive couple swooped in as soon as Lupita gave the green light, like vultures, got the brand new baby they wanted, and they were gone. Paperwork was incomplete, rushed, missing, incorrect, so many red flags that Elliot County still doesn’t want to deal with.

There’s not one thing in this case that is right. It doesn’t matter how much evidence you have, when a ‘ Good Ol’ Boy’ town wants to hide something, that’s what they do. They don’t have to answer for anything. They don’t have to explain why one of their court clerks illegally facilitated an adoption from her workplace, while on the clock.

God never forgets and His timing is always perfect. He will hold those accountable and justice will be served one day. Their dirty deeds will be put out there for them to face, to explain. He knows the hearts of those involved, their wicked intentions. You can’t count on a ‘ criminal’s justice system ‘ but you can count on God to be the ultimate judge.


15 thoughts on “The More I Learn, The Less I Want To Know

  1. Hi there! I know this is sort of off-topic but I needed to ask.
    Does running a well-established blog such as yours require a lot of work?
    I’m completely new to writing a blog but I do write in my journal daily.
    I’d like to start a blog so I can share my personal experience and feelings online.
    Please let me know if you have any kind of recommendations or tips for brand new aspiring blog owners.


    • Hi and thank you for getting in touch! I think the hardest type of blogs are the ones where real issues are being dealt with, not just a daily happenings type of thing. It takes an enormous amount of patience and strength to keep going, but I am driven by the love for my niece. I think a good blog really needs to say something. Our story is such a hard one to write, it is heart breaking, a survival mechanism and a way for me to keep a running record that my niece will get to read later on. I never blogged before, but I had to find a way for those who were involved to keep up as I wrote out the story of our lives. I started from scratch and really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that I was telling a story in parts, detail by painstaking detail. People are so shallow these days, they care about nothing of real importance, and I believe that true stories of tragedy and trauma need to be told. It helps to heal and maintain hope…. I hope you follow as the story continues to unfold….
      And writing in a journal everyday helps because you’re in writing mode. It helps that I was always a writer, but I just never thought I’d be writing about something like this.. Good luck and let me know if I can be of help!

      Blessings to you ~

      ~ lisa


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