I looked over my past entries to this blog and am quite appalled at the content. I rage a lot. I have had some seriously stupid shit happen to me, in the name of "life experience." What has been keeping me from posting normal, non-rage journal entries here? Hm.
So get ready to read.
I have had trouble with my memory for a little bit, so I don't have an exact timeline. I know that in the past three years, I (that is, just me) have moved no less than three times. In 2010, I moved from my mother's place into a friend's house. Also in 2010, I helped that friend move out of that place and into a place in Bowling Green, and I stayed in Russellville, moving in with another acquaintance named Natalie who wanted me to watch her kids for her while she was at work, probably to avoid paying anyone. I stayed with this woman and her kids for at least 18 months.
When she'd had the last straw from the owners of the sub-par trailer park in which she lived, we moved into the house of one of HER friends, who was named Jim, at which point I began to see habits of hers that would drive me insane. I stayed in contact with the first friend that I helped move, and he, in turn, became my marijuana contact while I was living with Natalie. The stress relief offered by smoking pot was sufficient enough that I could maintain a somewhat healthy emotional/mental balance while trying to ignore most of the things that Natalie did and get on with life.
We moved from Jim's place into another house just before the summer of 2011. What should have been a piece of cake to afford turned into a struggle because of Natalie's constant spending habits, and the fact that she has no idea that saying NO to your kids every once in a while is a good thing to do. I make almost $400 a month, and that's all, and I had no way to set money aside for savings for myself because I was giving her $300 for her to be able to pay bills.
That last sentence doesn't make sense, does it? She got almost $600 in child support, was (and more than likely still is) ripping off the state for another $150 in K-TAP support that she shouldn't be getting (but has been getting for nearly two years now), made at least $200 a week working under the table for Papa John's, and I still had to give her money. I could go on and on, but I won't. I'll just say that she eventually messed up in hiding her manipulations and I got to see her spend that $300 I gave to her one month on absolutely useless bullshit at Walmart no more than 15 minutes after I gave her the money, and within two months I was gone from her house.
While living at Natalie's, I met a totally amazing young woman named Amanda who lived in the same town as I did, and we shared so many of the same interests and behaviors it was almost as if we were the alternate dimension counterpart of the other. I started hanging out with this girl most days after she was done with work, and she became the reason why I even got out of bed in the morning.
I moved from Natalie's house into another friend's (Chris, his brother Joe, and their mother... it was Chris' mother's) house, and began to save money so that I could move out from there into my own place in the Russellville government housing. It was while I was at this friend's house that I finally asked the girl out, and she said that I could move in with her. I was at my friend's house for about two months before I moved in with Amanda, and have been living with Amanda ever since. I moved into her house during the last week of June, so I guess "ever since" doesn't really seem like a long time, but I feel like I've lived with her and been with her my entire life. I just wish that were true, because then I wouldn't have had to go through the shit I did with Natalie.
Chris still lives in his mother's house, but is trying to find a place of his own now that he has a job.
Natalie, I am told, had to move out of the house in Russellville and moved back in with her parents in Greenville, in what is yet another attempt to live somewhere while paying as little of her own money to do so as she possibly can. She still works at the Papa John's in Russellville. I am also told that she is spreading rumors about the people who tried to help her, including myself and another friend of ours, Kristin, who let her and her kids move in with her for a little while before finally moving back to Greenville.
So... yeah. Normal update, with minimal details. I don't want to write anymore, otherwise this will become just another rage update.
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