BeenHomelessTwoYears

My husband and I got married in march of 2001 After getting married we moved to California started to get ourselves together then suddenly my father got sick he had two heart attacks and a stroke we drove back to Illinois to take care of him because there was no nursing facility he could go to he required to much care and he is also a registered sex offender  after moving to Rockford  Illinois with my dad we got a place had everything set up for my dad things where going great at first my mother and brother also came to live with us I know what your thinking one big happy family what could possibly go wrong after having my dad almost a year we started to realize that he could do way more then we thought he could do he would be sneaking around the house at night going to the bathroom by himself going to fix something to eat and when I started telling my family I think he is moving around they all called me crazy he had us bathing him toileting him feeding him and these was things that he could do on his own after him being caught doing these things by several of us I started trying to get him placed in an rehabilitation center and no one in Illinois would take him so I started looking for places anywhere because at this point I was really uncomfortable with continuing to care (side note my father did not raise me and was in and out of jail most of my life and when he was not in jail he was on drugs) i found a few facilities in Georgia and California we sat down had a talk with my dad and we gave him some options one was he could go to a facility in Georgia and be closer to my sister who was living in Georgia (we are his only two children) two go to a facility in California because we originally wanted to move to California again anyway and three was to start doing more for himself and the whole family moves to California and all help each other out so the whole family decided that we we’re going to all move to California (this didn’t happen at all) we started planning this out for everyone to move came up with a plan and a month before we were supposed to move my mother and I get into it because she told my niece she would disown her if she married outside her race this turned into a full blown argument that led back to my childhood (I lost my baby at 15 i had a miscarriage at 6 months I feel like my mother played a big part in this it’s a long story) a lot of things came out like the fact she did play apart in my miscarriage and that she never wanted me and my father had sexual assaulted her and that’s how I came about (she was not the one who he went to jail for assaulting) I asked my mother to leave my home she wouldn’t she told me I was going to have to evict her through the courts so now plans had changed we packed up everything slowly and one day she left I changed the locks and we went to Georgia to try and help my sister she was homeless in Georgia and staying place to place my husband my dad and I all went to Georgia booked an air bnb for a month told my sister to look for a place and we would pay her move in cost all three of us was willing to give her our whole check to make sure she was settled before we left that didn’t happen she never looked for a place we got stuck in Georgia for a while because a drunk driver hit our car and it had to be fixed we finally got the car fixed and still trying to help my sister and my dad with no luck my dad decided he wanted to run away after walking in on my sister in the bathroom on purpose (we all watched her go in the bathroom she also said I’m about to take a shower) so now my sister wanted nothing to do with my dad and I completely understand so we find him he thinks he can live at the hospital but there is no reason for them to admit him because besides him having a slower walk because of the stroke he is in good health he was rolling around the hospital hiding from security because they told him he couldn’t stay there and tried to arrange him transportation somewhere after all this we pack up and head to California on our way my dad and I get into he call me all out my name told me f me I ain’t helping him I should’ve left him in the hospital and proceeded to try and fist fight me in Texas I still bring him with me we finally make it to California we drove 38 hour drive we get here we are almost out of money so I Uber and DoorDash to feed us that night and made enough for a room and before I could book a room he say you can drop me off at the shelter tomorrow cause you don’t even have anywhere for me to go so I made everybody sleep in the car the next day I got up tried to blow it off went and got breakfast and he said drop me off at the shelter I said ok dropped him off they wouldn’t let him stay he asked me to pick him up I came back he was gone my husband and I started working staying at a hotel trying to get on our feet and my sister calls because she was sleeping in somebody closet with her child so we fly her out here to California think she will get a job we can all help each other it will be easier to get in a place wrong after her being here for months and my husband and I paying for hotel rooms and food for all four of us we get into it because I told her she don’t need to have any more kids it’s been hard enough helping her with my niece all this time she just don’t need anymore this turns into a big argument she starts talking around the way say she not use to living in hotels she use to living in five star airbnbs and five star hotels and I told her if you feel like what I’m doing is not enough for you and your not working but you have your own hotel room most nights you eat every day then you can go else where the fight progresses because she calls my mom to talk about me on a phone I paid for and pay the bill for this turns into her destroying the hotel room we were in because we couldn’t afford two so my husband and I left and slept in the car that night my mom flew them back to Illinois after all that I had reached a point in life where I gave up and I thank God for my husband everyday because he could have walked away he could have gave up on me but he took every blow with me and I couldn’t thank God for a better man I’m in this stage of depression I’m trying to shake after all that we are finally on our own still trying to make it we both currently work seeking counseling and trying to start somewhere we bought a car because the van we came in needs a lot of work and won’t pass emissions in California and the other car has broke down we are trying to fix it ourselves (we are not mechanics) but the real issue is being able to call somewhere home it’s had getting up everyday not being able to shower because and still have to go to work not being able to use the bathroom unless the park is open and business don’t want you using their restroom when they know your homeless we. An afford the rent but trying to save up is next to impossible in the situation we are in paying for hotel rooms every no and agin to shower paying cash for food and it’s mostly fast food because we have no where to cook or store food living in a van gas back and forth to work storage bill cell phone bill insurance on the car I’m raising money to try and move to Vegas we found a hotel you can pay by the week it’s 400 a week trying to give our self a month or two to find another job out there to be able to be more stable because California is not working out it to expensive and we can’t go home there is no home to go to we would be in the same situation in Illinois where we came from but worse because there is not any jobs really out there so I’m still trying to push forward because that’s the only thing you can do when you’ve already hit rock