I'd love to say this is a recent update but it's not:)
Long story short I had until this Thursday to find a place because my Bi-Polar mother decided she didn't like me hanging out with other family and possibly saying a word about her and her boyfriend (note: she said this like a week ago).
I only just recently found a job, I really have one place to go and it is by far not the best option, and I may have just had my whole mother's side of the family turned against me through lies, and what sucks is I actually really liked them.
This is not me having a pity party, this is me reminding ya'll that you don't know me. You don't know my pain. You don't know my family. You don't know the struggles I go through to make it work. I've had people stab me in the back, go and shittalk me to others, and try to ruin me. Did you know while you sat in your house, typing away shit about me on your phone, I was crying to my friends because I was scared I was gonna be homeless in the middle of December?
I don't care that you don't like me. That's fine. You don't have to give me a reason. I'm not entitled to one. But the last thing you want to do is go bash me to my friends and try to divide us. They're my backbone, my chosen family, the bond stronger then blood. They're not going to break because of personal beef, and I won't either. I'm much stronger then you'd think.
