As sent in an email to friends and family (with names and identifying characteristics edited, of course):
Shit has hit the fan. In a nutshell, Missy’s mom has convinced Missy (who has post-partum depression and is swimming in hormones from her pregnancy still), that my presence is a threat to her (the mother) and not welcomed. In short, Missy told Devin that he either has to choose her and the baby, or us. Obviously, he chose his daughter, quite understandably.
That said, we have a week to move out.
We spent all of our savings, down to our last dime, to move out here to help them. We don’t have a penny to our name and nowhere to go.
We put an ad on Craisglist for housing, hoping since we have jobs and school lined up, that we can figure something out, but again, we only have a week. If there are no responses, we will be living out of our cars or on the street.
We thought about going back to Colorado, where we do not have jobs or school lined up (although I am researching that now), but we have friends and family. We had planned to move there after I graduated from grad school, anyway, but…I’m not sure how feasible that is.
Going back to Florida is not an option as we have nowhere to live and jobs are not plentiful there (remember, I couldn’t find stable work for two years and DH couldn’t find work other than his job at The Green Grocery).
Right now we’re trying to find the most stable option for us. Our options are very limited as we have no housing and it will be 3-4 weeks before I would have a paycheck. DH is working 18 hours a week at $8.50/hour and I am working 10 hours a week at $13.00/hour, and more hours are not available, so we can’t get housing here.
It’s not good. We’re extremely scared and there is zero room for reconciliation at this point. I have no clue what happened or why things are the way they are.
We need help. I don’t know what to do.
Tags: a lesson in futility, fear, Giving up everything to help a friend, homeless, losing a home, losing years of friendship, options
Oh great. There are few times that life royally sucks worse than when someone you depend on for a place to live totally flakes out on you. Which is why I try hard never to put myself in such a situation for any longer than is necessary, because these things do tend to happen with depressing frequency, even with family. Happy thoughts and prayers your way that you and your hubby will be able to find a satisfactory solution to this crisis.