So me and my wife planned on moving about the beginning of April. We were going to combine her taxes with a bonus from work and whatever paychecks she gets up until moving time. Unfortunately, her taxes were taken. We have nothing and we need to be out of here soon. Plus the added bonus of the fact whether the house was being sold or not, we have worn out our welcome, we are not wanted here anymore. And I can understand why, we are adults who should have a place of our own. But the world has not been good to us.

I grew up in a very abusive home, I wasn't given or allowed anything. So when I got older I didn't know how to handle things I was severely depressed and any money I made was spent on things to give me a boost. I tried to save, but living with my abusive mother made it hard. I met a guy and moved in with him, thought we would be together forever, but I ended right back with my mother.

Long story short, I was a few years away from turning thirty when I met my now wife, Emily. We have been together for five years living in her grandparents house. Her grandmother died and her grandfather can't keep up on this house, so we need to move asap. I wish things turned out different. We both grew up with nothing/very little and yes, we splurged when we felt low, but who doesn't? I almost died at one point a couple years ago, I had a rotting gall bladder and needed surgery.

We were going to stay here until my wife finished school, but she's been done for awhile. We have been spending all our money paying off student loans and medical bills, along with a car. I know everyone has bills, a lot of people are struggling. but if we weren't living with family (which will not be the case soon) we would legitimately have nothing, no home, barely any food, we cannot sustain ourselves. I was recently out of work, still haven't found anything yet, almost...I think, but I have been out of work the last year due to, first a mold problem, it was making me too sick to do anything. Turns out I have a mold allergy. It took the doctors a year to figure out what was wrong with me!

I was/am not happy about it. I really liked my job. It wasn't high paying or what i want to do, but for what it was I loved it. The people were great, it was fairly easy customer service, stocking. I enjoyed being there and I don't know if they would take me back. I basically kinda just left. I had to keep bringing in doctors notes saying I wasn't ready to go back, this happened for months, then I finally gave up. It wasn't fair to them to keep going like that, so I just quit.