Yeah, that whole thing about trying to find an apartment?
Never mind, I'm on the street now. Now my days will be spent trying to find shelter for myself and my kids. Found it tonight, and it only cost me 146.76.
Tomorrow should be half that. Great thing I am on disability, I might be able to afford a week indoors this month!
(Rant on Flip)
Yeah, I love the situation I was in.
10X10 room. Living in home with parents who wanted me out three months ago. And I tried! Lord knows I tried to find an apartment. Bad Credit, no income, etc. I just got the first disability payment, at least. Ten days ago.
Which promptly went to my parents, to pay back the money they loaned me.
Didn't matter, they wanted me out! Out NOW! Because, I am a filthy slob who spends too much time on the computer.
Of course, the only place I can search for an apartment is Online. At the Library, because my folks wouldn't let me use their sacred internet. And the library closes at 5. So there goes that.
But hey, once I get income it'll be great right! And all those wonderful organizations exist to help veterans pay for an apartment! Once they find that apartment of course, and convince a landlord to take money that isn't readily available, and wait you have kids, no sorry we're looking for a single person.
What was the trigger for this, might you ask? What was the final straw that broke the camel's back? I decided today that I needed to clean up my car and my image. Maybe that would help a bit with the search. I've been eating in the car with my kids, because the outright hostility I got every time I cooked in the house was pretty unbearable. But the car was messy. And I was going to take the day to clean everything up. My hair needed a cut, as did my kids, and we were going to dedicate the day to it.
And then we found out my daughter had head lice. Which kids get, especially when they go to public places to use computers while dad is hunting for an apartment. So, in order to save the situation, I treated my daughter's hair, outside, and told my folks what had happened.
They immediately went ballistic, demanding I leave. NOW. So here I am, after securing a hotel room. My folks say I can come back tomorrow. To PACK. That's all. Right now tempted to take the thousand dollars I have left and start driving to a city with a shelter for single dads, because there ain't shit here. Plus it's the weekend, and everything's fucking closed.
Just tired. Ranting. Disabled. And scared.
Sat Jul 11, 2015 at 5:24 PM PT: Library is closing. Won't be able to check to 1pm PST due to library schedules, and honestly not sure what I'm doing tomorrow.