long ass rant
In the past 6 months i have really been through quite a bit. In november i had finnaly saved up enough money to buy my own car. i saved up $2,000. i paid for the car and insurance and anything else it needed. also in my mothers drinking got to the point i didnt feel safe. She came home one night screaming at me and my dad saying we are juat burdens on her. i could see the heart break in my dads eyes. He tries so hard for this damn women just to knock him down. just to cheat and lie and steal from him. I tried getting her so go to sleep but she started screaming at me. She told me to get out of her house. I did. that night was a thursday. My best friends grandma drove 30 minutes to pick me up at 1am because how unsafe i felt. My (then) boyfriend helped me get an apartment. i moved out 5 days later. The weekend i got an apartment i went back to work. i started puking blood at work was told if i left early i was fired. I ended up quiting and going to the ER. it was a side effect of an antidepressant i have to take. 1/6 meds i was on. It took me aboit 2 weeks to find a new job. This job lied about my pay and what i was doing. It was too far out of the way for mimumum wage and the crappy shifts. i found a better job making 9$ in walking distance. At this point its around christmas time. my then boyfriend comes home on leave. We ended up getting engaged and married within 5 days. Things are starting to look up right? i thought so. Untill my teacher (for online school) told me i wasnt going to graduate untill december 2017. i just gave up on school at that point. then when my now husband back to where he was stationed he told me he was going to texas and wanted me there too. i didnt think i could do it. i didnt want too. but i did with his modivation. With him by my side i can do anything it feels like. but before i finnished i had a bumpy road. in early january my brother "bought" my car from me. he tried to scam me so much. i ended up giving it to him for 300$ because i gave up. my husband helped buy me my dream car. a yellow 1998 Volkswagen Beetle. i was inlove. but i didnt have my license. no one would teach me to drive. my dad finally did 3 weeks before my 18th birthday. i learned to drive in 3 weeks and got a perfect score on my test. then a week later i graduated. i thought my life was perfect. nope. i graduated March 17th. that was the worst day of my life. i was due to move the next day. had the moving truck packed and ready. then all of a sudden i get a call. my dad was In jail. he was going to drive me. my mother egged him on because she was drunk as usual. She was going off on him for everything and anything. he punched a wall and she said he beat her. he got arrested and now is waiting for a trial. A good family friend drove me down here. but in a week i have to get on a plane and fly home to testify. my husband and i have spent 1500 to keep our old apartment so my dad isnt homeless, but we cant afford it. and its nkt our responsibility. its my mothers. she did this. she knows shes wrong. she screwed my life up with her drinking. but now my dad will either go to jail or be homeless. so to sum up the last 5 months of my life. at 17 i: bought my own car got an apartment left a bad job got a great job got engaged got married got my license being 18 for a month: graduated 1year earlier then expected moved across country and am going infront of a court to testify for my dad so yay my life
