The way my life looks now.

I've been trying to be pretty candid about what I'm going through. I'm going to need to be when I go to court and know that writting it all down will help my attorney explain what kind of effect my abuser had on my life. And what I really lost. 

I lived in a 1,800 soft home in a town where the average household income is currently about $120k per year. 

After living on the streets, due to my stalker's interference in my life, and having to move out of the motels I was living in when I first got a management job while trying to recover, I now live in a shed.

There are some logical reasons for it. I got lucky and my mom knew some people who were willing to take me and my 6 cats (somehow still had those after everything that has happened) in for a very cheap rental fee if only $350/ month which I am grateful for considering if I get behind due to his ability to continue to destroy my life each time I recover a little bit I'm not so far behind that I can't catch up again after he made me lose my job or costs me a significant amount of money. 

But this is what my life looks like now:

It's not always too bad, there are a lot of inconveniences though and I'm on a shady area compared to where I had been with my kids for 7 years. 

I was able to buy a car, it won't pass an inspection and it's best to crap, but I can work and get to the places I need to go.

The older gentleman that sold it to me was an pretty cool dude. Loved his pills though, such is why the car is so banged up, lol.

He was murdered shortly after he sold it to me. His body found floating in the lake where it was disposed of.

I can do doordash or other gig work between jobs when he makes me lose mine over and over again. 

The man who lives in the main house that was selling meth died the week before last on the steps of the front porch the weekend before last. (And because this seems like it needs to be said, no, I don't do drugs)

I had to wait for the police to come, get statements and cover his body before they'd let me walk past it to goo to my very first day of work at Walmart.

I live in the shed, the tent is the same if it's in the house or in the shed, but I didn't want to have to be in the house with drug addicts, my choice to not be around that shit at the price that ass hole ex let's me continueto afford for almost a year now due to constantlysabotaging my jobs!

I don't have indoor pluming, so, I pee in a cup and pour it into a jug so I don't have to go into the house and get second hand meth smoke. 

I keep my lease on me at all times so that if they get busted I can show that I'm only leasing the shed so I'm not arrested with them. 

And, I have to pay the electricity for the entire property because they don't chip in and when it was in one of their names they didn't always use the money I paid for my part in the electricity... it kept getting turned off. So I have to do that to have air conditioning and heat.

There was even times once of the property mates decided to lie about the fact that I've paid my part, at which point the landlord flipped off the breaker to my shed to try to get me to pay the current bill a few days before I told them my paycheck would come. 

The abuser does get them to participate in the same things he gets people to do everywhere else. Harass, bullying, step out on the porch to yell something that I would talk about like "get off my phone" (I've gotten frustratedand yelled that at one time out another die to his hacking into my apps and accounts), walk past me crying the day I've woken up crying mid nightmare, pick my locks and put things in your drink or sabotage my air conditioners... stuff like that, constantly...

It's not too bad at times. The people in the area have that small country town mentality and can be friendly and helpful. Even the people I live on the property with, despite their behaviors, have been helpful at times. 

But it's a far cry from what I worked so hard for before.