I Thank you for taking the time to read this in advance. It’s a long story.
I am 19 and currently things have been spiraling. I had gotten out of a relationship in late 2018 and ended up getting into another one early 2019. I didn’t give myself much time to process or heal. In March of 2019 I moved in with my boyfriend at that time. Things were alright but after the quarantine hit it got a lot worse in the house.
The reason why I moved in with him so quickly was to get out of my moms house. When college didn’t work out, I moved back in with him. It’s extremely toxic here at my mom’s. There are roaches and my parents fight and argue all of the time. There have been plenty of domestic violence instances between them and I was sexually abused by my step father from 7-14. When I tried to tell my mother she blamed me and still resents me for it.
Finally getting to the scam part…
I had been saving up every penny I could while living at my boyfriends house. Aside from buying essentials I put everything away so we could get an apartment. I had 900$ saved up and he lent me $1050 to help cover the security deposit and first two months rent. I guess I was just so excited at the idea of finally having a place to ourselves where we could focus on growing. I had contacted the “landlord” and at first it was just the 650 rent and 650 down payment. I was ready to move out the next day if I could. We had messaged back and forth for 3 days. I had gotten his license, I had received what I thought was a decent lease, and the guy had a lawyer so everything was fine, right? No.
I ended up sending the money through cashapp because that was the only payment method I could securely use at the time (didn’t have paypal I just made it for this) and I didn’t realize the implications of that. After I sent the money over I waited for a response but never received one. I tried calling the number I had been texting him at but it was no longer in service… I was broken. I had just lost everything me and my boyfriend had saved for a total of 1950 gone.
After that, the relationship between me and my boyfriend had declined further. I wanted out of the tiny room that we shared, but I also no longer had the money to be able to do so.
May 1st, 2020 I moved back into my moms house. I am currently residing in a small room on the third floor. It’s hard to eat here because everything is so dirty and no one cleans up after themselves. It’s a really bad place to be right now. My mental health is deteriorating more than it was before and I need out. I finally just got my health insurance back up and running so I’ll be able to resume counseling soon.
If you read this far, thank you for listening to my story. It’s been a really hard few months For me because of the Virus just like it has been for everyone else. Anything, no matter how big or small, is one step closer to me being able to separate myself from my toxic family and start fresh.
repost because I forgot to put my paypal link like an idiot ;-;