Just a little over one year of marriage, and we have lived with my husband's best friend, above a converted barn that doubles as a business; by ourselves in a shitty single-wide that was so far out in the country, the cable company laughed at us when we asked about an install; with a Christian widow that kept a lighted cross on her front lawn, as if we needed to help the KKK find us even faster; with a family member, who I think is a witch/psychic; with a house full of black people; and now I'm living with a Jew, his wife, son and the little one that is on the way!
It all started to go south on inauguration day. You would think that it would have been a happy day for black people everywhere! But it was one of the worst days I had experienced up to that point in my life. Let me explain. Three weeks prior to January 20, 2009, my property had been vandalized at my rental property. The following weekend, someone broke into my car, popped the clutch, and directed my wheel into the tree line adjacent to my lot.
I didn't have any insurance that would cover my loses, since the family member we were renting from had refused to give us a lease, even after we requested it a dozen or so times. Said family member then sued me 8 months later for 'damages, rent owed, and basic bullshit' since she is a lying cunt. You know who you are, bitch!
That is another post all together. Back to the worst day so far. My husband and I are excited because we finally get our insurance check from the car vandalizing incident. We decide that we are going to invest the money in a car that can be flipped, and we will make payments on a car we will drive. We basically pick the two cheapest pieces of shit cars that we can get away with, and still have a little money in our pockets. We sign the papers and buy one for $2,500 and put $1,000 down on the one we plan on financing. Unfortunately after we sign the papers and drive the car more than five miles down the road, it starts sputtering and smoking. We will have to put more work into this than we thought.
I go to the auto parts store and order some things for the green monster that was a 97 mustang, and then head to the Wal-Mart to see about an oil change. While on my way, I get a call from a strange number, I don't usually answer my phone if I don't know who is on the other side, but something told me to pick up. It was my husband, telling me that he was at Wal-Mart, and he had just lost his job. What a great way to start off the next four years!
Life began to suck from there. So-called family has driven me to the point of insanity, and perfect strangers have enriched my life to the point of me wanting to live it again. The most outrageous thing of all is that I am living with a couple that are a decade younger than I am, but their life is on track, why? They told their families to fuck off years ago. Something I never had the courage to do until I had finally reached my breaking point.
And today, as I look around my bedroom in their home, I can honestly say that this has been the best place I have lived in the last 6 months. I have not been accused of doing crack LMAO (if you go look at my picture, you will know why this is absurd), I have not been accused of dealing drugs, and I have four walls with a window, a door with a child-lock on the outside, a dog to play with, and a two year old for mommy practice. SO FAR, This JEWISH family, kicks ass. And he knows how to pinch a penny... that's my nigga, that Jew standing right over there by the store brand cereal. I want to learn from you, teach, mold me, make me a JEW!
It all started to go south on inauguration day. You would think that it would have been a happy day for black people everywhere! But it was one of the worst days I had experienced up to that point in my life. Let me explain. Three weeks prior to January 20, 2009, my property had been vandalized at my rental property. The following weekend, someone broke into my car, popped the clutch, and directed my wheel into the tree line adjacent to my lot.
I didn't have any insurance that would cover my loses, since the family member we were renting from had refused to give us a lease, even after we requested it a dozen or so times. Said family member then sued me 8 months later for 'damages, rent owed, and basic bullshit' since she is a lying cunt. You know who you are, bitch!
That is another post all together. Back to the worst day so far. My husband and I are excited because we finally get our insurance check from the car vandalizing incident. We decide that we are going to invest the money in a car that can be flipped, and we will make payments on a car we will drive. We basically pick the two cheapest pieces of shit cars that we can get away with, and still have a little money in our pockets. We sign the papers and buy one for $2,500 and put $1,000 down on the one we plan on financing. Unfortunately after we sign the papers and drive the car more than five miles down the road, it starts sputtering and smoking. We will have to put more work into this than we thought.
I go to the auto parts store and order some things for the green monster that was a 97 mustang, and then head to the Wal-Mart to see about an oil change. While on my way, I get a call from a strange number, I don't usually answer my phone if I don't know who is on the other side, but something told me to pick up. It was my husband, telling me that he was at Wal-Mart, and he had just lost his job. What a great way to start off the next four years!
Life began to suck from there. So-called family has driven me to the point of insanity, and perfect strangers have enriched my life to the point of me wanting to live it again. The most outrageous thing of all is that I am living with a couple that are a decade younger than I am, but their life is on track, why? They told their families to fuck off years ago. Something I never had the courage to do until I had finally reached my breaking point.
And today, as I look around my bedroom in their home, I can honestly say that this has been the best place I have lived in the last 6 months. I have not been accused of doing crack LMAO (if you go look at my picture, you will know why this is absurd), I have not been accused of dealing drugs, and I have four walls with a window, a door with a child-lock on the outside, a dog to play with, and a two year old for mommy practice. SO FAR, This JEWISH family, kicks ass. And he knows how to pinch a penny... that's my nigga, that Jew standing right over there by the store brand cereal. I want to learn from you, teach, mold me, make me a JEW!
