I guess our story really started when I lost my mother to cancer. I had already lost my father a couple years before from a massive heart attack at age 53. I worked as a manager for Dollar General for 5 years. I worked a lot. After I lost my mother I got really depressed. A depression I couldn’t get myself out of. The job I had put my everything into wasn’t showing any appreciation for what I did. I soon quit because I didn’t have anything left to give to it. My daughter and sons were trying to convince us to sell our home that we owned with no mortgage and come stay closer to her. They knew I needed a break. I worked typically 21hrs a day. No joke. 6am until usually 1:30am to 3am in the morning and come back and do it all over, everyday. She met a man and he had a travel trailer he was moving out of, to move in with her. They wanted us to sell the house and move into this travel trailer and take some time off and enjoy family and watch and spend time with our grandson. Finally they talked us into it. They also decided to get married and they moved up the wedding date. I had a month to come up with the money to pay for the wedding of her dreams. I settled on our wedding and I didn’t want that for her. So we finally decided to sell the house. That way we could pay for the wedding and get us a travel trailer of our own or whatever. The guy we sold to promised a quick sell. We read the papers over and over and signed. Biggest mistake of our life. The guy had put in a paper that we didn’t ever see, when signing. First it cheated us out of around 20,000, second was he could close basically whoever he wanted, third was we couldn’t sell to anyone other then him or he would get all profit from the sell. If the house burned down he would get the insurance money from that as well. Closing date came and went 3 or 4 times. It was a nightmare. While all this is going on we had moved into the travel trailer. Within the second week of staying there the landlord comes over and says we have to move the trailer. What??? He said David our daughters soon to be husband hadn’t paid lot rent in 3 months. David claims he will take care of it. Goes by that night. Couple days later landlord comes back and says we to move that day. David had wrote him a hot check. We move the trailer to a location we paid for, for a month and a half. We still didn’t know what we were going to do. That night the new landlord calls and tells me we’re not a good fit for his place. What??? The previous landlord had called and told the new one that we had wrote a hot check. I tried to explain we did not and we had nothing to do with that, but got no where with it. So once again we have to move the trailer. We move it to a park that was free, had water but no electric. We had no choice. During this time a formar neighbor asked to use our truck to run up to the store because he didn’t have time to walk there. He had helped us move the trailer so we let him use the truck. 30 min goes by no truck, 2 hrs no truck, 3am we get a call that he was in jail. He had taken our only vehicle and went out of town, got caught with drugs 😳. The vehicle becomes the county’s. At this point were already upset with David for lies about payments. We have to use his truck to go get the rest of our belongings out of our old house. He ends up starting a argument that would quickly escalate. He then tells us we have to get out of his trailer. It was being repossessed. He hadn’t made a payment in over 7 months. What???? At this point we’re out of any kind of money we had, still waiting for closing. We are officially homeless. We got help here and there until closing. By this time we owe so much we don’t have anything left after buying a vehicle and helping people out that we thought were friends. There’s a lot more that happens but none of it was good. It’s been one extreme to the next with no end in sight. A year ago we owned our our home had 2 vehicles, paid for our household and our daughters and threw out money to everyone in need and today we have nothing. We have stayed under bridges, behind stores and are currently in the woods finally in a tent. For awhile we didn’t have a tent, just a mat in the woods. Our kids aren’t speaking to us because of David. How we became the bad guys on that one is beyond me??? We have been to every place for help we could find. It’s a lot of waiting lists. Before when we seen homeless we just always thought they can get a job just like us. I’m here to tell you thats not so easy. Your constantly having to move around because there’s no town that accepts homeless. The cops are constantly harassing you because they assume your a bad person because your homeless. There is no place to stay and be content to try to make life better. You can’t get a job when you can’t shower and don’t know where you will be day to day. You spend every moment from the time you wake up just trying to make some kind of money on the phone or whatever to get something to eat and drink for the day. It’s a endless cycle. Our eyes have been opened to a whole world we didn’t know about. We basically lost our life over night it seemed. It still blows my mind to think how quickly everything was just gone. We are on every list you can imagine and pray everyday wr reach the top of some list. Neither of us were ever any good about asking for help. Honestly we still aren’t. We were always the people that everyone came to for help. And we helped without even thinking about it. Now that we need the help, there is no one in sight. We quickly learned that we only had each other. All that family and friends we thought we had was just a mirage so to speak. It’s really sad and really depressing. We need help please. If we can get into a place for a month or so, we would quickly get jobs and quickly get back on our feet. Work is no issue for us. We want to work. We just need a stable place and to be able to shower to get those jobs. We have had all of our stuff stolen 3 or 4 times out here on the street. You constantly have to watch your back, you can’t trust anyone. This world that we didn’t know existed is a heck of a place. Its a scary place. Not knowing anything from day to day and not being able to trust anyone around you is exhausting. We definitely have a whole new outlook on life and people. We try everyday to keep our faith and sometimes that’s hard to do. My husband is definitely better at that then me. So I’m reaching out for anyone, we need help. We have got to get out of this cycle and back to some kind of normal. Whatever normal is anymore. Please I’m begging for any kind of help anyone can give to help us get off the street and into our own place again. Thank you and God Bless.