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girlshawnieSo we are still in the middle of everything but he did it, he went physically to three different lawyers and talked to them. None of them were going to help us except one with money down. We have no money down.
I can’t say how happy I am my husband went to fight for us. It’s something so monumental I’ll never be able to explain it.
I can take the fight back I think.
I just needed to quit Wellbutrin and know We still mattered. We do.
The shit we’ve been through it amazes me we are still together. We as a couple matter and I’m thankful for that because if I were alone I know I would have killed myself by now. My depression gets harder every year. I don’t see the point in so much and reading ego centered science fiction from 1950’s writers doesn’t help.
Half way through starship troopers and I’m just a little more depressed as this kid comes to term with his reality.
Anyway I’m just thankful my husband herd me and did something. I wish I could stop being so angry now and share positive happy warm thoughts with him but I can’t even get my eyes to dry up. Loosing a live long dream house is fucking hard.
It’s not like it’s lavish or overly expensive. I don’t do drugs, shop or drink. I’m broken and because of that broke so I’m loosing my home. My husband is almost over his ptsd from the refinery explosion and is finally looking for work that isn’t 14.00 an hour.
Two grown ups that use to make $180k a year live on $14 an hour. You’d be depressed to.
My life wasn’t supposed to end up like this. I was supposed to be happy and comfortable. I pulled myself up out of the ghetto, raised two boys on my own, worked in IT and felt with sexual harassment on the daily. My life has been shit with my health and poverty. When will I be able to keep a home and not be homeless?
Before kindergarten I was homeless, my mom sent me to live with my great grand mother, she died. By kindergarten I can remember 8 different homes. I remember living in a Volkswagen bus, in California in Philadelphia and in the forest. Before my siblings came along I felt like I never had a home.
This is my forever home. I need a lawyer who will help me keep it my forever home.
Dear universe please send me help before April 30 that knows WA housing laws. Thanks
I can’t say how happy I am my husband went to fight for us. It’s something so monumental I’ll never be able to explain it.
I can take the fight back I think.
I just needed to quit Wellbutrin and know We still mattered. We do.
The shit we’ve been through it amazes me we are still together. We as a couple matter and I’m thankful for that because if I were alone I know I would have killed myself by now. My depression gets harder every year. I don’t see the point in so much and reading ego centered science fiction from 1950’s writers doesn’t help.
Half way through starship troopers and I’m just a little more depressed as this kid comes to term with his reality.
Anyway I’m just thankful my husband herd me and did something. I wish I could stop being so angry now and share positive happy warm thoughts with him but I can’t even get my eyes to dry up. Loosing a live long dream house is fucking hard.
It’s not like it’s lavish or overly expensive. I don’t do drugs, shop or drink. I’m broken and because of that broke so I’m loosing my home. My husband is almost over his ptsd from the refinery explosion and is finally looking for work that isn’t 14.00 an hour.
Two grown ups that use to make $180k a year live on $14 an hour. You’d be depressed to.
My life wasn’t supposed to end up like this. I was supposed to be happy and comfortable. I pulled myself up out of the ghetto, raised two boys on my own, worked in IT and felt with sexual harassment on the daily. My life has been shit with my health and poverty. When will I be able to keep a home and not be homeless?
Before kindergarten I was homeless, my mom sent me to live with my great grand mother, she died. By kindergarten I can remember 8 different homes. I remember living in a Volkswagen bus, in California in Philadelphia and in the forest. Before my siblings came along I felt like I never had a home.
This is my forever home. I need a lawyer who will help me keep it my forever home.
Dear universe please send me help before April 30 that knows WA housing laws. Thanks