So much for angels in disguise… (see the way station for wayward Souls)
Found out this morning that the gentleman, and his family, that took us in are now trying to evict us for not paying rent 5 weeks in a row with “no reason”…
I think that when somebody doesn’t have a job, but was looking before the gentleman turned off the internet, and when the other somebody can’t work, and is doing everything she can to find help otherwise, that it’s a good god-damn reason.
There are programs that can help, but I think a copy of the lease is needed. Although this letter of eviction may be enough, since it has the address and the landlords name on it. Of course, I can’t look up said information without internet connection. Plus, we didn’t even get a warning… although I think landlords are much more protected than tenants, so it probably doesn’t matter.
So even the break that I thought we got, in terms of housing, is null and void. Not to mention I lost BOTH of my pets while living here.
My boyfriend said that he’s going to take care of it, and going to do what he can to try to get some of the $375 that we owe, but I really don’t know how he’s going to do that… and even if I/we get help through a program or a church, it only buys us a month… we can’t go to these programs every month to get them to pay what we owe. We were under the impression that as long as we were trying, we’d be fine.
I’m not stupid… I know you can’t get anything for free, but we are trying as hard as we possibly can. Bf can’t even afford to put gas in his car, much less pay a small rent amount. And the “landlord” knows that. he knows that I have severe panic attacks and agoraphobia (although he doesn’t know that I can leave the house as long as I’m high, which still doesn’t allow me much freedom since it does wear off and I need to smoke more)… he knows that we are trying. We aren’t eating their food, or drinking their drinks… we aren’t even trashing the place… we took money that we didn’t really have to spend and used it on flea bombs and on Raid to make it flea free and to make sure it stays flea free… but I don’t hear him saying anything about that!
those are HIS responsibilities… rather, the guy that HE rents from… but still. I also know that he doesn’t want to get burned again (the slick dude from one of my other posts sorta took advantage of him , but he DID take care of the house- he’s since moved away), but that dude wasn’t even trying. At least we are.
We went up there to talk to him and he wouldn’t even look at me (I don’t know how he was with bf before we went up there)… and I even offered some expensive electronics to help pay the debt, but he rejected it. So what.. if he needs money, why not take the electronics and sell them? he’ll likely get more than they’re worth, and more than what we owe him.
Granted, as he reminded us, this wasn’t supposed to be a long-term thing… and it really wasn’t. but because of the texas thing falling through (the Texas promise) we were stranded. We would have been out of here by mid-August had we not been screwed over by that promise.
without the internet connection, we can’t look for places to live or jobs and without gas money, we can’t drive around looking for places to live, or jobs, or go to somewhere with free wifi to look for places to live or jobs… and without money, we can’t get another place to live anyway…if/when he evicts us, our bridges are burned. I understand 100% why people turn to drug dealing.
We have no friends willing/able to help us (fair-weather friends I call the unwilling… the un-abled are justifiable to a point), and my “family” is less than useless and supportive (as you know). Bf is keeping me a secret from HIS family, so while they may be willing to help HIM, who’s going to help me?
And without that help, will I become homeless and fall into the spirals of possible psychosis? All that tells me is that I’m worthless, and that I’d be throwing away all of the hard work I’ve been doing through therapy. Then again, if im homeless without the boyfriend, I can go to a homeless shelter… but that doesn’t mean that I will be any better off. If anything, I might be worse off: they might try to institutionalize me.
Bf is my safe person, I can’t be without him for long periods of time… I can be but it’s generally not a good idea. And my other safe person, Tater, wouldn’t be much help because I have no idea where we’ll be, if not here. And he, thankfully, has yet to get any kind of eviction notice.
Is this what always happens to people who are trying their good god-damnedest to get on their feet?
I don’t know why I bothered asking… given my history, I already know the answer to that. well, it doesn’t happen to everybody, and it doesn’t happen all the time… but it does to me.
Where’s my [good] luck? Where’s my hand up, my…life preserver?
I’m not saying I never ever get a break, but it’s never long enough for me to do what I need to do… when your basic needs aren’t even being met, how can you be expected to do anything else?
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