The last few months have been harder in more ways than just financially. A couple of years ago, I was blinded by love and decided to make the move 10 hours south to follow my (ex) boyfriend. I guess the first red flag should’ve been the fact that he was able to convince me to do such a rash thing by threatening our relationship if I didn’t comply. Things really only went downhill from there. To keep the story short, I learned I had dutifully signed up as this boys full time caretaker and verbal punching bag. I had known for a few months that I didn’t want to be a part of a such a cruel, and unfair relationship but I wasn’t sure how to find the courage to walk away.
After too many fights, bruises, a black eye, a distraught puppy, and two accounts from girls that he had bedded while I kept more than just a roof over our head, I finally was done. He had fully committed to a life where only drugs, getting high, and making a quick buck to get another fix was more important than spending my 25th birthday with me or even writing a card, and so many other things that you would think are just common courtesy to offer to the woman whom you say you love so much. I, as well as the dog left to stay with my closest friend one day while he was at work. After three days of threatening texts and a million phone calls, he even went so far as to slander my work place and make multiple public (via facebook, yelp, and tripadvisor) accusations about my friends, coworkers, boss, and myself, he FINALLY moved himself and his things out of the apartment we had been staying in that was entirely under my name and I had been the one paying for everything. When I returned, I walked inside to all of my belongings either destroyed, covered in dirt, vinegar and cigarette ashes, thrown all over the place, or stolen. He took my area rugs outside in the mud, and then brought them back inside and threw the rugs on top of all my belongings. He continued to show up at my house after I was home to threaten me or just sit and stare at me from his car. In the first week following my return, I had 5 different interactions with him and the police.
South Carolina has squatter protection laws, so legally I had to jump thru hoops to prove that he didn’t pay rent, wasn’t on the lease, never had a piece of mail delivered here, EVEN THAT THE DOG WAS MINE AND NOT HIS. The dog is MY registered Service Animal!!!! Every day I realized more and more things that he had stolen, bottles of shampoo and soap, makeup, coffee and creamer, food, and so much more had been emptied but returned to their proper shelf spaces to make me believe I still had these things. I literally had to spend the last of the money I had worked extremely hard for on Thanksgiving to pay my rent and my bills and then on top of that, slowly replace my belongings by working every day for 3 weeks straight just to have some normalcy back. The icing on the cake though, my work in Myrtle Beach, gave us a two week heads up that starting January 2nd of this year, we would be closing until further notice for rebuilding and upgrading.
Not only did I lose a job for the time being, but I had to keep myself and my dog safe and fed all the while dealing with feelings of hatred and heartbreak from ending a relationship that was abusive in more ways than one but I still confusingly had feelings involved, all intertwined with having no money left because I had to pick up all of my pieces with virtually no help, in a place that I’m not very familiar with and haven’t spent much time in without Jay’s company. At this point, I’m a month behind on a few of my bills, I don’t have my rent for next month, I have all of my college loans on hold, I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do and where I am going to go with no money when my lease is up in March… I feel as though I’m drowning and I’m not even sure where to go from here, hence why I have turned to this site. I’m only praying that things work out.
Thank you so much for your time in reading and maybe offering a hand.