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Bonfire by floydbob on Flickr.
My friend, whom I haven't talked to properly since grade ten, is reading a 172k length Destiel fic because I called it life-changing. He's not familiar with Supernatural, the concepts of ships, and any of this. Help.
Back in 2005 my boyfriend and I were living in a horrible 'weekly motel' called Pleasant Point, right in the middle of an area of town called 5 points (aka crack town). We had been staying there for months saving money to move into a better place. Finally we had enough to move and found a great rental. The owner of this 'motel' was a read douche, and did not take kindly to us giving him notice, turns out that we were his only reliable renters, always paid on time and never had any problems. Instead of being a humnan being and being happy we were getting out of this horrible area where we never should have been in the first place, he decided to take our two week notice and say we had to be out by 3pm the next day.
We were fine with that, we were only giving him notice to be nice. So we spent the night packing and getting everything ready. Because we didn't have a truck it was going to take 2 trips to get everything, luckily it was a motel and we didn't have much in there, the furniture was in storage. So at 6am we load up the car and I drop him off at work and go to the new place to unload, returning to the motel by about 9am... I pull up and the door is wide open, the room is empty and cleaned... OMG, where is all our stuff?!?! I run to the owner to ask where it all went and he said he had it thrown out!
I of course am crying at this point, I mean WHY, why would he do that- everything was packed and set next to the door in a nice neat pile, ready to load in the car, the room was clean, we had until 3 to get it all out. He proceeds to yell at me saying he changed his mind and to 'fuck off, my shit is in the dumpster!' I go to the dumpster and not only is everything in there but they opened every box and every bag and EMPTIED them into the dumpster, throwing other trash on top... pillows, pictures, jewelry, everything.
I called my husband freaking out and he had to borrow his boss's truck to come help me get everything out, most of it was ruined, pictures we couldn't get back, things were missing, pillows and clothes covered in food and nasty trash they threw in there only to destroy our things. Turns out he had one of the crack head neighbors do it all and she stole a lot, even my brand new computer chair.
After spending over an hour in the dumpster trying to salvage what we could, crying, wanting to call the police but knowing that because of where we were they wouldn't do anything, we would have been lumped into the rest of the people in the neighborhood, drug heads and losers and the cops would have no reason to believe us over the wealthy owner that surely would have said he had been forced to do it for some reason....
As I was driving away for the last time, my husband following in the truck, I was devastated, so confused as to why someone would do this to us, we were good people, we had been so good, I was crying as I turned on the radio and this song came on... If You're going through Hell by Rodney Atkins. It was the first time I had heard the song and it impacted me so much, by the time I reached the new house I was ok, I was exited... we got through it, we didn't kill anyone, no one got hurt, and stuff was just stuff... Time to move on and appreciate the fact that we were done with that place, for good.
