I am writing this with my stomach tied in knots.
My parents officially kicked me out yesterday.
It is completely my fault, and I take full responsibility for my actions.
Do I think that I deserve to be kicked out of my own house? no.
Am I OK? no
But I will be.
Luckily I have an awesome group of friends right now that are
supportive of me, and are willing to help me when I need it the most.
Right now I am hanging out at my grandpas house.
Vicki brought me here after work.
I figured I could get some rest and some free food because I
barely have two dimes to rub together.
It wouldn’t be as bad if I hadn’t just given my parents $145 for “rent” this month.
I don’t know what I am doing, and I am scared out of my mind.
At least I know that I have a place to sleep.
I spent the night at Rob’s and got about 5 hours of sleep, but that doesn’t make up for all
that I’ve lost the past three days.
It was Monday night, St. Patrick’s Day, and I was invited to go over to hang out at Rob’s
to have a little gathering and celebrate, aka, drink.
I told them I would go, and then when I was going to the store with my mom, I asked her what time
we were going to have dinner because my friends were going to come
and pick me up, because I was never allowed to use the van, so if I wanted
to hang out, they needed to give me a ride. Anyways, my mom was like, well you’re not going.
Keep in mind that I am 20 years old, and I shouldn’t have to worry about all asking permission.
Well I decided that it would be a good idea ti defy them and go anyways.
I knew that I had work the next day at 5 am, and so I texted Rob and asked if he was working
the shipment truck the next morning as well, which is at 4 am.
He was, so I thought, perfect, I can go to the party, hang out, drink til 1 or 2 am and go into work.
The plan was that I would just stay with him, and then go in early and nap in the break room until my
shift started. So I made sure to grab a shirt and I knew that I had gym shoes in my locker so I didn’t
need to grab those. So I showered and got ready, and ate dinner with my family.
Then they got there to pick me up, and as I was walking out the door, my mom says
Goodbye, see ya whenever, because you’re not coming back anytime soon.
I just laughed and walked out, convinced that my dad would be texting me at my “curfew”
asking when I’d be coming home for the night. Well 3 am rolls around and he still hadn’t
contacted me. I kinda thought it was odd but nothing too serious.
So then he texts me on Tuesday around 8 am asking where I was, to which I replied: “work.”
I get home around 1:15 pm and just walk inside like no big deal, whatever.
Then I can hear my parents talking in their room, which is right next to mine,
so I can hear every word.
I just waited and prepared for them to come in my room.
It all went just as I thought it would, yelling, swearing, calling me a failure,
that I am a lowlife, that my friends are lowlifes, all this stuff that I have heard 1000x before.
So I posted on Facebook:
“Anyone know of a cheap place to rent in Orland / Tinley area for cheap? Or maybe a couch? This a very real request.”
I got quite a few replies, and even more texts asking what was going on.
I honestly got tired of telling the story over and over again.
So I am trying to find apartments with my friend Danielle,and we are hoping to move quickly so I don’t have
to couch serf for long…
Rob, Bobby, and Vicki, found an apartment a few blocks from Rob’s current house, and are hopefully
moving in there, so obviously I am going to stay with them for a while, I am thinking I’ll need
a blow up mattress soon too.
So that is hopefully happening next month. Right now I am staying with Rob then maybe Sylvia, and
my Grandpa said I could stay here too. (here would probably be the best choice…)
So, the MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR problem that I am having now is that I don’t have a car.
Basically I have no idea how I am going to get around on my own, I’m going to have to get
rides from people all over the place.
This fucking sucks.
I just have to keep reminding myself that I am going to be just fine and that things are
going to work out eventually.
I think that this might be a blessing in disguise because who knows when I would
have finally moved out.
Mostly I have to distract myself because otherwise I am going to freak the fuck out.
Pray for me. No like seriously I am totally fucking screwed right now and could use all the help I can get.
Hugs and Kisses, Liz