I'm almost at the point of being very frank about our personal situation. It's the judgements that will test me and I get a little hot headed about judgemental people. I'm steadfast about the fact that no matter the situation, I am still the same person.
How I ended up here probably doesn't matter to the judgemental but I will jot it down anyway. Not the history, because I or you don't have 45 years lol. We were struggling, my mother Wanda Hedge was struggling and with history screaming NO in my ear, I still didn't want her to end up in a nursing home and losing her house and we did need to get into the city. God know's, it wouldn't be the first risky decision I had made.
We gave up our house and placed the last of our dogs and brought Eclipse and Shiloh with us. Fitting all our stuff in a carport was a miracle but her first take advantage of the situation command was "All that stuff does not come in here!!" Grin and bear it Mel, I told myself.
The very next day, I went to Peoplemark and was placed at Hunter Douglas. It was the best thing that had happened to us in months. WooHoo!! Working thirds would allow me to still home school Brandon and stay focused on Jarrett House and my crafts. I am very driven I just keep driving into brick walls.
Next goal was to concentrate on a vehicle. We had used my mothers car (keeping all the gas receipts of course because I had endured her tales many a time) and my Uncle Ken's truck (receipts kept because that's the kind of family I have) to move all our stuff from Ohio County. My Uncle Ken finds and buy's us a pickup truck and provides for the licensing and insurance ($1,000). We will pay him $75 / week until it is paid back. We were on our way up!
Now keep in mind, we have only been allowed to bring in a few clothes and Brandon's books. I am sleeping on the floor and my 6ft son sleeping on a 5ft couch and cannot use the living room period. She told me to stop doing the housework I was making her feel inadequate. I have always stayed on the go no matter what was going on. Never sit and watch tv except for news. There isn't even enough room on the page to write the miniscule things she was carrying on about. My son was told he would wait on her hand and foot or my uncle would kick the shit out of him (that would've NEVER happened).
One day, she doesn't come home, stays gone for 3 days, wouldn't answer phone calls, and wasn't taking her medicine (she is bipolar). She claimed we took over her house and she couldn't stand me.
The arrangements were discussed very clearly prior to moving in. I would pay 1/2 the bills plus any amount they came in over her normal charges (that would be the extra from us being there). She was going to start selling some of her belongings and packing the rest. She applied to live at Lee Manor based on her income and I would purchase the mobile home from my uncle.
The message was loud and clear "Have your stuff out by Friday or I will call the law" says my aunt.
We gave up a home and our pets for this woman. We were not being evicted and were not behind. We were struggling though and this would have benenfited both sides for a few months. I thought I had made great accomplishments in a short time and was feeling the best I had in months.
Unless you have $12 - 1400, you don't get a place. We had not struggled this long to now have to go to a homeless shelter. I wouldn't allow it. It's not that I think I'm too good for a shelter, it's pride I guess. I have never collected welfare either. I know what we lived like as young ones and I always said that my family wouldn't endure what we did. What to do, what to do. I would loose my job now, because Brandon has such issues, I don't leave him with anyone (I don't trust anyone anyway) and yes he is 14 and I'll not post publicly about him other than to say what little I have. I hope that can be respected.
We got our stuff in a storage unit and spent the day waiting on word about a small shop that we had called about. We could live in the back and a small business spot in the front for $250 a month. Night fell and the man gave us the disappointing news. The other party had grabbed the key first and was taking it.
Well, I'm crying now and like I said almost ready, but not tonight. Just know that there have actually been 2 people that actually have no problem with where we are staying, and they are doing business with me. That's the kinda friends I appreciate!!!
Nite for now hold your families tight and always be there for each other
Hugs :)
Brandon now has found a star in the sky where we are housed that he says is Bella (one of dogs - his baby) and he misses her desperately. Socially, Brandon has extreme issues and Bella Rose was his life. For that I will never forgive her because my kids had been through enough already.
How I ended up here probably doesn't matter to the judgemental but I will jot it down anyway. Not the history, because I or you don't have 45 years lol. We were struggling, my mother Wanda Hedge was struggling and with history screaming NO in my ear, I still didn't want her to end up in a nursing home and losing her house and we did need to get into the city. God know's, it wouldn't be the first risky decision I had made.
We gave up our house and placed the last of our dogs and brought Eclipse and Shiloh with us. Fitting all our stuff in a carport was a miracle but her first take advantage of the situation command was "All that stuff does not come in here!!" Grin and bear it Mel, I told myself.
The very next day, I went to Peoplemark and was placed at Hunter Douglas. It was the best thing that had happened to us in months. WooHoo!! Working thirds would allow me to still home school Brandon and stay focused on Jarrett House and my crafts. I am very driven I just keep driving into brick walls.
Next goal was to concentrate on a vehicle. We had used my mothers car (keeping all the gas receipts of course because I had endured her tales many a time) and my Uncle Ken's truck (receipts kept because that's the kind of family I have) to move all our stuff from Ohio County. My Uncle Ken finds and buy's us a pickup truck and provides for the licensing and insurance ($1,000). We will pay him $75 / week until it is paid back. We were on our way up!
Now keep in mind, we have only been allowed to bring in a few clothes and Brandon's books. I am sleeping on the floor and my 6ft son sleeping on a 5ft couch and cannot use the living room period. She told me to stop doing the housework I was making her feel inadequate. I have always stayed on the go no matter what was going on. Never sit and watch tv except for news. There isn't even enough room on the page to write the miniscule things she was carrying on about. My son was told he would wait on her hand and foot or my uncle would kick the shit out of him (that would've NEVER happened).
One day, she doesn't come home, stays gone for 3 days, wouldn't answer phone calls, and wasn't taking her medicine (she is bipolar). She claimed we took over her house and she couldn't stand me.
The arrangements were discussed very clearly prior to moving in. I would pay 1/2 the bills plus any amount they came in over her normal charges (that would be the extra from us being there). She was going to start selling some of her belongings and packing the rest. She applied to live at Lee Manor based on her income and I would purchase the mobile home from my uncle.
The message was loud and clear "Have your stuff out by Friday or I will call the law" says my aunt.
We gave up a home and our pets for this woman. We were not being evicted and were not behind. We were struggling though and this would have benenfited both sides for a few months. I thought I had made great accomplishments in a short time and was feeling the best I had in months.
Unless you have $12 - 1400, you don't get a place. We had not struggled this long to now have to go to a homeless shelter. I wouldn't allow it. It's not that I think I'm too good for a shelter, it's pride I guess. I have never collected welfare either. I know what we lived like as young ones and I always said that my family wouldn't endure what we did. What to do, what to do. I would loose my job now, because Brandon has such issues, I don't leave him with anyone (I don't trust anyone anyway) and yes he is 14 and I'll not post publicly about him other than to say what little I have. I hope that can be respected.
We got our stuff in a storage unit and spent the day waiting on word about a small shop that we had called about. We could live in the back and a small business spot in the front for $250 a month. Night fell and the man gave us the disappointing news. The other party had grabbed the key first and was taking it.
Well, I'm crying now and like I said almost ready, but not tonight. Just know that there have actually been 2 people that actually have no problem with where we are staying, and they are doing business with me. That's the kinda friends I appreciate!!!
Nite for now hold your families tight and always be there for each other
Hugs :)
Brandon now has found a star in the sky where we are housed that he says is Bella (one of dogs - his baby) and he misses her desperately. Socially, Brandon has extreme issues and Bella Rose was his life. For that I will never forgive her because my kids had been through enough already.
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