This is gonna be a bit rough.
I'm moving back with my folks. I'm 38, and right in the middle of a financial crisis which has caused me to lose my apartment.
I'd like to thank all the organizations who promised to help me, but found convenient excuses to either pay late, or not at all.
(More on the flip)
I'd like to thank the VRC, (Veteran's Resource Center) who don't think that filing for disability is a long term financial solution, and instead think that a better choice is to get involved with some religious organizations. (Did you READ my Preference? Catholic Charities is fine and all, but I'm a Jew. Prayer meetings and appointments with clergy aren't going to pay the rent.)
I'd like to thank the Veteran's Transition Center, who have no beds for families, until May. As well as severe requirements that I get involved with 12 step programs, etc, which is great and all, but not what I need. What I need is counseling, drugs to deal with my depression, and help with child care.
I'd like to thank the Family and Children's Services who were more concerned with how clean my house was and how frightened my children were (They get scared every time you people show up! Big fucking surprise they were scared when you were there) Than actually helping me. I'd also like to thank my social worker who seems to think that because I was not actually on the street I didn't need help.
I'd like to thank my landlord for no longer working with me. Yes the rent was often late. It was always paid. I'd also like to thank my landlord for not delivering the services I paid for, not policing the pet owners who STILL let their dogs shit all over the lawns so my kids can't play outside, not giving me proper notice before entering my house, and NOT getting rid of the roaches, instead blaming me for being a shitty housekeeper, even though I followed your rules to the letter. I'd also like to thank you for the two grand charge you're sticking me with for breaking my lease, even though you were the ones who insisted I just hand over the keys or you would evict me. That one was REALLY cute.
Id like to thank all the people who tell me to just get a job. With five hours a day guaranteed to work, and unreliable transportation, I'm sure I'll get right on that. I'm sure it will justify the loss of income I get from social services because, hey! I'm working, don't need it!
I've got a plan. But dammit, I don't want to be moving back with my parents. I've fought in a war, have two kids, and am seriously tired of people telling me to just be patient, because everything takes time. You know what doesn't take time? Starving or freezing to death on the street. So thanks to my folks for at least saving my kids and me from that fate.
The apartment's starting to look pretty empty. Had to dump a lot of stuff, because I can't afford a storage unit. (Couldn't afford the rent, so, this is not a surprise.) Hell with it, I've got a copy of "Steal This Book" so if I need furniture, I can always crib from there. They shut off my internet tomorrow, Mom comes to get the kids' bed, and I'm outta here. Just will miss my friends online, but that's standard.
Just tired of climbing a few rungs up the hierarchy of needs before I get slapped right back down again. This is forward motion, but only because this place was dragging me down.