K. Ill start when I was 14/15. I used to live with my dad after my parents divorced. I would see my mom on the weekends sometimes and she would come and give me money here and there. I was like a typical teenager, all crazy and rebellious because I wanted to be independent. My relationship with my dad was pretty good until I got to that age. Then I would argue and fight over everything. Every time I saw my mom she would push me on, telling me Im right to argue and stuff. Of course I would rather have someone tell me Im right than Im wrong so I would believe her and listen to her to do childish shit to rebel. One day she told me to just pack up my shit and move out to my aunts house (not even her house) and being a stupid 15 year old I was I did. Little did I know at that time that she wanted custody of me so she could take 1,000 a month in child support. She also was in the middle of a lawsuit against my dad to take half the home that he owned.
So then I started living with my aunts, her sisters. At first it was nice moving out. I basically did what I wanted because no one really took care of me. Ill shorten this part up. Basically I stayed for about two years, the market crashed, they took all of the money out of their house for remodeling, a brand new Mercedes, and to gamble. In the end they lost it all, including my mom, and the house got foreclosed on. It was when this happened that one of my aunts got her car repossessed cause she took out a loan on it. Since I was going to school in the fall, my mom persuaded me to "sell" my car to my aunt and that we'll figure out the situation later so my aunt could find work. I never saw a dime of the money from my car which I paid for, and my aunt ended up never working, only using it to go gamble.
From near the end of me living with my aunts I started rebuilding my relationship with my dad. Ironically, it has been him that has been helping me the most. The year without my car was hell. My girlfriend got her car totaled in a hit and run so we were off walking or bussing everywhere. In Orange County, its not the easiest of things. My dad eventually was able to buy a new car and give me his old one.
So when the school year ended last spring, I had to move back down to OC but I had no where to stay. I dormed immediately after my aunts got foreclosed on. My cousin, who's sister in law had recently passed, offered me to take her room and pay rent. Some of his exact words were "If you come stay here, it needs to be long term." and "I want all of our family to become close again". So I lived here since June, rent on time every month and Ive been going to school and working pretty much everyday. I commute to LA for school at 6am and I usually get back late around 11/12 PM. Ive had to put up with a lot of bullshit living here but I never said a thing. My cousin and his wife would never be home. They would sleep at her sister's house. Every time they would argue, he would come home drunk and sad all the time. Every time this would happen, he would go and try to get as fucked up as possible whether it be more alcohol, ecstasy, cocaine, crack, etc. Of course he would come and keep me up and mope to me about his issues. I didnt mind at the time since he was family and all. The problem was that he would never want it to end. It would be 4-5 AM and his friends would want to leave or want him to leave their house and he would get all pissed saying how they dont respect him. During this time, his brother, (a druggie nonetheless) moved in to live on the couch.
So 2 days ago I get a text while im at school from him telling me that he's giving me a 30 day notice to move out. He also told me to pay the rent the next day and I can stay til the end of October. His reason? I dont keep shit straight in the house and that him and his wife argue. First of all, he texts me this? What the fuck. He couldn't give me a phone call? Talk to me face to face? The guy who apparently is all about respect and he texts me and gives me a 30 day notice? Not once has he ever gone up to me and told me that either him or his wife had any problems with what I did around the house. Second of all im gone 15 hours of the day. I changed my plans to move into this place from what he told me was going to be long term. I was going to live in LA. I fell for his fucking sob story about how he wanted to bring the family back together and agreed to move in with him. How the fuck are you going to give me a 30 day notice and tell me to pay the rent the next day?
His brother was living with my mom until she kicked him out for smoking too much weed. I give my mom a call since that room was vacant and I asked if I could stay in there. The first thing she said was that there was no parking. W..T..F.. thats the fucking last thing that should even matter if I dont have a damn place to live. I can park in the street, somewhere far off and even walk. She then changed the subject to not wanting my GF around. I told her ok then she wont be allowed to come over, I just need a place to stay and she was still like I cant. At that point I was about to tell her off but I was too angry and just hung up. This is coming from the woman, who used me for 1000 a month in child support for 3 fucking years and I never saw a dime from her. For 3 fucking years, everything that I needed to buy I did it myself with my own work. Everytime I asked her for money, she would tell me to go ask my dad. Well fuck, I would, but he is giving you fucking 1k a month for umm me? 36,000 in money she didnt do a damn thing for and guess what? She has 25k in credit card debt.
So now Im back in school, classes harder than I ever had last year trying to stay on track and focused, and now this shit comes up. Im spending half my time trying to look in papers and craigslist to find a room to rent out. gahh
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