Hello All,
I don't know where quite to turn to, but I just need to let it out.
Since late November, my father, our dog and have been hopping from motel to motel and living in our cars. My father wasn't able to keep up with rent due to being sick for a few weeks and I was going to school at the time. We canceled our lease 2 months early and $5,500 is now on my credit from bill collectors. We first stayed in a cheap motel in the worst part of town due to financial reasons. The smell of weed, cigs and crack was all you could smell in the hall. My dad tried to work and so did I, but we got complaints of our dog barking. Due to the dog my decided to stay home since it would also save gas too. We had a small business with housecleaning and I would work about 10 - 12 hours total a day plus driving. We had to jump from motel 6 to motel 6 and that ate up most of our budget. a $5 sandwich would be our meal for the day. We eventually found an RV to live in for $1000 a month in a bad area, but they wouldn't allow the dog to stay alone. We tried to find someone, but no one would help. Not even the local temple was a member of. My dad didn't want to get rid of the dog because he had raised him as a pup for 11 years. My 23rd birthday was spent crying o the side of the street because I didn't know if spending an extra $5 for a birthday meal would cause us to be homeless. Against our better judgment we tried to work with someone who promised to watch the dog as long as we helped support her and her kids in a small apartment. We got sick of her real quick and found out she was lazy. I borrowed $200 from a close friend and we slept in our cars along the Malibu PCH. It was pretty nice and we felt free, saving a lot of money as well. However every 3 or so weeks the cops would kick us out of our spot and the anxiety came around. We didn’t have much money to setup our vehicles right and it was hard saving up due to storage fees, gas and loosing clients since it was difficult to keep professionally clean. We left to Seattle to live closer to family and due to there being more work. Also I began to experience chronic fatigue and after just 30 minutes of labor I felt as if I had ran a 10 mile marathon. My dad took over while I recovered and watched the dog in a very nice motel at a good price. We liked Seattle despite the motel fluctuating costs. There were cheaper motels, but reports of people stalking and that it was much further would cause more issues than it would help. I began searching for an apartment, but issues of credit and deposit required too much from us unless it was in the worst areas. I searched for a room share and found a decent lady who would let us come in without deposit and paid utilities. The day we moved into a cheaper AirBNB she says she needs us to sign on the lease for $42 per person due to her roommate leaving asking. She offered to have us stay for 3 weeks rent free until July 1st when we would pay for the oncoming month since June had already been paid. The lady turned out to be a drunkard and her friend moving a total slop who thought a litterbox should be cleaned once every 2 weeks to save money and placed on the kitchen floor. Due to the lady staying losing her job we secretly looked for another place. We helped partially with utilities and cleaned up after their mess in the kitchen, bathrooms and living room. I found a place and just yesterday morning they came up to me while I was cooking and told me I have to leave because it isn’t working. That I had five minutes before they called the police. They wouldn’t allow me to finish cooking nor were they reasonable in us packing our stuff. They ultimate called the police, 4 undercover cars and 8 cops showing up, to get us to leave. The cops asked us questions and had the ladies leave the area while we packed up. They questioned the call they got because our dog was reported in a negative way when he is a really nice dog that the cops even liked. The place I got allowed us to stay early. The room was a basement room separate from laundry and a common area down here. They are nice people who respect our personal space, but I feel a bit uneasy. I know people have said to either abandon my dad or give away the dog, but I can’t but help think if I have done anything to deserve this or what did I do wrong? My dad is confident we can use this place to save money to move into a place of our own again, but it feels like a non-stop battle. If not for the dog and my dad I would have used the money to hookup my Prius correctly and left on the road working small jobs while going to school online.
I don't know where quite to turn to, but I just need to let it out.
Since late November, my father, our dog and have been hopping from motel to motel and living in our cars. My father wasn't able to keep up with rent due to being sick for a few weeks and I was going to school at the time. We canceled our lease 2 months early and $5,500 is now on my credit from bill collectors. We first stayed in a cheap motel in the worst part of town due to financial reasons. The smell of weed, cigs and crack was all you could smell in the hall. My dad tried to work and so did I, but we got complaints of our dog barking. Due to the dog my decided to stay home since it would also save gas too. We had a small business with housecleaning and I would work about 10 - 12 hours total a day plus driving. We had to jump from motel 6 to motel 6 and that ate up most of our budget. a $5 sandwich would be our meal for the day. We eventually found an RV to live in for $1000 a month in a bad area, but they wouldn't allow the dog to stay alone. We tried to find someone, but no one would help. Not even the local temple was a member of. My dad didn't want to get rid of the dog because he had raised him as a pup for 11 years. My 23rd birthday was spent crying o the side of the street because I didn't know if spending an extra $5 for a birthday meal would cause us to be homeless. Against our better judgment we tried to work with someone who promised to watch the dog as long as we helped support her and her kids in a small apartment. We got sick of her real quick and found out she was lazy. I borrowed $200 from a close friend and we slept in our cars along the Malibu PCH. It was pretty nice and we felt free, saving a lot of money as well. However every 3 or so weeks the cops would kick us out of our spot and the anxiety came around. We didn’t have much money to setup our vehicles right and it was hard saving up due to storage fees, gas and loosing clients since it was difficult to keep professionally clean. We left to Seattle to live closer to family and due to there being more work. Also I began to experience chronic fatigue and after just 30 minutes of labor I felt as if I had ran a 10 mile marathon. My dad took over while I recovered and watched the dog in a very nice motel at a good price. We liked Seattle despite the motel fluctuating costs. There were cheaper motels, but reports of people stalking and that it was much further would cause more issues than it would help. I began searching for an apartment, but issues of credit and deposit required too much from us unless it was in the worst areas. I searched for a room share and found a decent lady who would let us come in without deposit and paid utilities. The day we moved into a cheaper AirBNB she says she needs us to sign on the lease for $42 per person due to her roommate leaving asking. She offered to have us stay for 3 weeks rent free until July 1st when we would pay for the oncoming month since June had already been paid. The lady turned out to be a drunkard and her friend moving a total slop who thought a litterbox should be cleaned once every 2 weeks to save money and placed on the kitchen floor. Due to the lady staying losing her job we secretly looked for another place. We helped partially with utilities and cleaned up after their mess in the kitchen, bathrooms and living room. I found a place and just yesterday morning they came up to me while I was cooking and told me I have to leave because it isn’t working. That I had five minutes before they called the police. They wouldn’t allow me to finish cooking nor were they reasonable in us packing our stuff. They ultimate called the police, 4 undercover cars and 8 cops showing up, to get us to leave. The cops asked us questions and had the ladies leave the area while we packed up. They questioned the call they got because our dog was reported in a negative way when he is a really nice dog that the cops even liked. The place I got allowed us to stay early. The room was a basement room separate from laundry and a common area down here. They are nice people who respect our personal space, but I feel a bit uneasy. I know people have said to either abandon my dad or give away the dog, but I can’t but help think if I have done anything to deserve this or what did I do wrong? My dad is confident we can use this place to save money to move into a place of our own again, but it feels like a non-stop battle. If not for the dog and my dad I would have used the money to hookup my Prius correctly and left on the road working small jobs while going to school online.