So my Valentine’s started off with James surprising me with flowers and a Hippo stuffed animal I really wanted.
Then we go to NY to celebrate Lunar New Year and drive back to RI to find that my dad has put the house I’m staying in up for sale without telling me.
James and I wake up to strangers walking in the house while we were dressed inappropriately in our PJ’s, me in my shorts and ratty t-shirt and James in his boxers.
I call my dad who was in a really good mood 3 days before (he even offered to buy me a new washing machine since our current one broke) and he flipped out on me and swore like a drunken asshole in front of my 6 year old brother about me.
He lies to the Realtor lady and says he’s talked to James, me, Dennis and my cousin about selling the house and giving us time to find a place… oh and not to call Essie because she never gets the phone.
He still hasn’t told us or contacted us and I’m going to have to stop getting insurance and diabetes medicine so we can afford a new place to live.
I can’t find an affordable 3 bedroom place in RI unless its in Providence in the shady areas. Very shady areas where my friend’s cousins and close friends were shot and killed for no reason.
And the funny thing is… my dad’s treated us worse. This is pretty mild for him. The 2 separate years where he abandoned us and tried to starve us was worse.