So I have decided to move back into Mama's house. The place is pretty much run down because of years of neglect. My brother lives there together with his 12 cats.
This was a decision borne out of desperation. My savings is running thin and I can no longer afford to pay rent for two more months. I am going to use up my savings to fix up Mama's house than to end up without money, homeless and hungry.
My brother hates me. Well, he hates everyone in the family. I will just have to practice extreme patience and avoid him as much as possible. I don't know how it will work, but I am going to try.
I tried to talk to him personally, but I could not find the right time to do it. So I decided to send him a text message instead. He never replied back. My daughter told me that he messaged her, telling her to let me know that he will move out. See? Told you he hates me. He could not bear living in the same house with a sibling. He told my daughter to tell me to give him a month for him to vacate the house. Well, I hope he keeps his word.
I will start packing my stuff, little by little. I am going to sell off some things, as I know I will be needing a significant amount to cover home repairs.
All I ever wanted was a forever home. Moving house is such a stressful event. However, this time, I would not have to worry about rent anymore. This move is going to be a one time big time expense.
I wish my Poppa bear was still here with me. It is a difficult to be on the brink of being homeless and grieving the loss of my husband at the same time.
Prayers please.
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