ok ill try and keep it short.......
i was living with a chick, and had recently been fired from my job as a server. my daughters mom (not the chick im living with), tells me she got a jsob in Dallas and is moving.
i started looking for jobs in dallas so i could be close to my daughter, and knew i would end my current relationship as soon as i did, but she beat me to it because i got drunk one night and thought she was acting shady so i stayed out all night and spent the night with another chick. when i came home in the morning she said she wanted me out. i didnt even feel like fighting or asking her to stay, but i refused to leave at that moment because i was hungover as fukk and just wanted rest.
fast forward to later that day and she actually called the cops on me to try and make me leave, even though i had been living there for over 6 months and had obviously established residency so legally i could stay 30 days if i wanted.
the funny part is while a cop is literally beating on the bathroom door for me to come out, i get a phone call, on SUNDAY of all days for a job i had applied to in my current town, but didnt start for about another month. with the walls closing in on me i knew at this moment things would be ok.
i ssaid fukk it and packed my car up and left that evening, even though i didnt have to. i had no money except for a little i had from donating plasma.
i continued to donate, and used that money for food and my gym membership. i had no family nearby, and i didnt want to admit to any of my friends what a bad spot i was in.
i bought bread, peanut butter, and plasticware to make sandwiches, and sometimes had fast food. used the gym to shower, shave, and cut my hair.
after the job started, i had a lot more money and felt better about my situation. i knew i would make it through this. i met a chick on POF who was a speech pathologist and made good money. after i smashed a couple times, i admitted to her i didnt have a place to stay and was living in my car. she felt bad for me and started letting me crash at her place after i got off of work......then eventually she just let me live there, rent free . i remember chilling in her garden bathtub with the jacuzzi jets on like
.......we're on our way playa
then i got an email for a job in dallas, and they wanted me to come and take a test. i passed, got the job, packed up my car and moved. i was homeless once again when i got there, but i had plan, and had money so it wasnt as rough as the last time.
now i have my own place and im straight
i was sad to leave my sugar mama behind. she had developed feelings for me and ill never forget how she helped me out. she had even gotten pregnant during our time together but thats another story. we're still friends though