The first and second came during the economic crisis when my parents' 1-million-a-year-grossing business that they put 25 long, hard years of their lives into went under, leaving us with nothing, and they had to move across Texas for work. I stayed behind to finish out my college term, but I count this as two moves, because I had to help them pack because my mom was really sick, as well as pack myself to move into the dorms, since I had been living with them.
The third occurred after the term ended and I moved all my stuff to live with them again. Keep in mind that we moved practically across Texas and it's a very large state. It was a big move.
The fourth occurred when our landlady "insisted" we leave the house we were staying in, giving us three months to find a house. We barely made it.
All of that happened in just a year. It would have been a hellish year WITHOUT the moving, but I don't want to get sidetracked.
My point is, we were just served up a two-week eviction notice. Why? We replaced the hot water heater with a better one. We payed the rent a few days late because the landlady was out of town think about that for a second. There are a few other more ridiculous things, but I won't delve into them.
I just ask you: How the hell is this even fair? My parents work so hard and always have so much faith, but this is what happens. I'm so sick and tired of it. I would rather they wallow in anger and hatred than be so optimistic and trusting. It makes no sense. I'm tired of that, too.
Life sucks, I know. But there should be a limit, you know. People can only take so much before they crack. I almost wish they'd just reach that limit and break. Then there'd be no way to go but forward, instead of this constant give a little, take a lot routine.
I'll probably delete this post later, but I thought I'd let everyone know what's up.
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