My name is Erin.I am a forty six year old mother of three great kids and four grandbabies I’ve never met.Me and my boyfriend,the love of my life moved to Oceanside California a little over four years ago.He started using drugs to be able to stay awake when he was working his third shift jobs.In the end the drugs got the better of him for a long time plus the depression he was dealing with and he lost his jobs and caused me to lose mine also.Some family members got ahold of me telling me I needed to call my mom.They said she had really bad news to tell me.I waited another week to call because I didn’t want to tell her me and Joey had been homeless and living in a tent for months and I really thought if I didn’t hear what the bad news was maybe it would just go away and not be real bad news at all.I thought if I ignored the bad news maybe it would be like it didn’t happen at all..But that didn’t make it go away.When I got ahold of my mom she was sobbing and she kept saying honey I’m sorry I’m so sorry and when she said that sobbing I automatically knew something had happened to one of my babies maybe all of my babies.I told her mom I don’t wanna know she said honey you have to know and I’m Soo sorry,Little Robbi I said no mom why does god hate me no she sai honey his funeral was two weeks ago I couldn’t handle hearing that and I hung up on her not asking what happened or how he died.Itnwas eating me up inside,I wondered had he been in a car wreck,had he overdosed on drugs was he murdered?I couldn’t stand not knowing so about another week later I called sobbing mom what happened to my baby boy and she started sobbing honey I’m sorry,he was so depressed he was just so depressed I couldn’t believe what I was hearing my baby boy my one and only sweet handsome good hearted wonderful boy took his own life.I hung up on her again not believing what I had just been told.No way would he have done that to himself.What on earth could have been torturing him so bad that he would do that to himself?I have been depressed and homeless for alot of years and I need help getting myself back together.I want to go home and kiss my daughters and grandbabies and tell them how much I miss them.I also don’t want to be a burden on them when I do make it home.Any help with money to help me do those things would be greatly appreciated by me my daughters and my grandbabies.The last time I talked to my son on the phone before he died he asked me mom when are you coming back home to see us again I told him probably in a couple months he told me mommy you’ve been saying that for four years now!.
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