My REAL Lifetime Movie

August 2019

When the sun is blazing and the humidity is so high that you can't even breathe, that's when my fiance and I was walking around town, homeless. See, we have never had a lot of money or the best paying jobs but we did have a home, food, beds, showers and most importantly, our babies. We was happy. I had lived in goverment housing for about three years and I hated it. It was like having a slum lord that you could do nothing about. What I wouldn't give to have that dump back again, now. Let me go back to April 2019. We had purchased a lemon for transportation and I was so sick of all the money that was going into this car and the jerk who sold it to me, so I decided to give it back and be done with it. Unfortunately, this had us a little behind financially and without reliable transportation, we was having a hard time getting to and from work. I knew I was going to be late on my rent this month but I also figured it wasn't a big deal because you just pay a twenty five dollar late fee with the rent. It wasnt until I try to make this payment that I am told, "You're one day late so I cant accept it. I will have to file eviction." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I have the money right here, so why can't you just take it?! She proceeds to let me know, "You will have seven days to vacate and a sheriff will be present on the seventh day, if you're not gone by then." Seven days?! Who can move in seven days and to where? I am so sick and heartbroken. We just lost our "home". I didn't have any family in town that gave a shit about me and my fiance's family was just as bad. Neither of us had "real" friends we could count on either. No one can come up with the few thousand we would need to get a place in this town, that quick and I also didn't have the money to get a storage building. We tried to save as much as we could. I had to make sure we all had clothes and undergarments, things of sentimental value and a few toys for the babies. A few plastic bags and duffle bags later, the rest of our "life" was on the curb. My kids toys, our beds, furniture, everything was now theirs to sell, keep or destroy. I kept telling myself that these things could be replaced. I refuse, no matter a situation, to ever let my kids be in the street, hungry or harmed, so we took every penny we had left and went to a motel. It was a pretty cheap place but three hundred each week added up quickly. On top of diapers and food, It was getting too hard to handle and I knew we would never get another place as long as we stayed here. I started calling every resource in town begging for help and they was all directing me to different homeless shelters. My pride was still in the way at that point and I didn't want to call them. Plus, when you think of "homeless shelter" you think of filth and drugs. Ive got babies so I have to figure this out. I was trying every way possible to hustle in the money but it was getting so hard. I was scared to death for the first time in my life. We managed for a few weeks but I knew our time was coming to an end and my time was almost up for delivery. (I was pregnant). I had rescheduled my induction twice already because I couldn't leave my family in this situation. Our last morning came and we had nothing to pay again and keep us safe, so we packed everything up. We didn't even have a vehicle to put our belongings in. At this point I break and call the shelters but to my surprise they all tell me they are full and have no room. I was given a list of churches to call for help, so I started from the top. I must have called twenty churches to just be told they could not help us. I was beside myself and angry. I didn't know what we was going to do or where we would go. We headed outside with our stuff and my fiance's cousin pulled up in a van. "Put your stuff in the back and get in", she said. I was so relieved that someone had come through. We did as she told and jumped in. During the ride she tells us that we can come stay with her and pay her fifty dollars a week. I was fine with that because it was a hell of alot cheaper than a motel room and my babies would have more room and a kitchen for me to cook in. Not the place I wanted to be but it was better than the street. Once everyone is settled, we discuss our next move. I have got to have this baby and then find a job so we can stack money and get into our own place. While waiting on my next induction date, we are still applying for apartments. We're not getting anymore because our credit wasn't good enough or my eviction I now have. We had filled the kitchen with food, cleaned the house really good, bought anything needed for the house and had given his cousin her money. All seemed to be taken care of so I left for my induction. My fiance couldn't go with me because he had to be home with the two babies which I preferred because I don't let anyone watch my kids. This delivery was a little rough but after just a few hours, I had delivered a gorgeous, healthy baby boy. I had twi nights to be in the hospital with him before discharge and there's no such thing as rest when you're in there. You have nurses of different kinds coming in and out of your room around the clock. Even though this was baby number five for me, I still had nurses coming in to "teach" me how to be a mother. HA! I was born to be a mother. Really, none of us are perfect but I do believe I was meant to be a mommy. I love it more than anything in the world and I am proud of that. Any way, I am waiting on a call from my fiance and filling out papers when a lady walks in my room with a folder. Kinda dorky looking woman, no offense, but I hadn't seen her before. She introduced herself as a social worker and had a seat in my room. I rolled my eyes because as soon as she said "social worker" I knew where this was going. I had been having problems for the last three years because of my ex's devil of a girlfriend. This girl had too much time on her hands and apparently he wasn't giving her enough attention because she found ways to constantly try to destroy my life, involving my two oldest children. So, I guess now she wants to start with my youngest children as well. As I roll my eyes, I tell her right from the start, "I can guess why you're here and I can probably tell you who done it, so I would like to go ahead and get it all done right here right now and if you need to drug test me, you are more than welcome to." She looks at me like I am crazy and proceeds to tell me that she is in fact here because of an accusation to me using non prescribed drugs during my pregnancy. I can feel my face boiling. This bitch just doesn't know when to stop. I tell her she can go ahead and take my pee or my hair now. But she doesn't want to do that. She wants to have this big, long conversation and ask me a thousand personal questions. Felt like she was writing a damn book. When she finally decides to leave, she tells me, "we will discuss what we need later". I brush it off. Im used to this nonsense and she didn't bother to drug test me so maybe she doesn't believe the bullshit. Back to my bundle of joy. We have one more night here and we get to go "home". I hate hospitals and I get really bad anxiety when I feel trapped there and they don't even let us go outside. By the time my discharge day comes, I am ready to run out of that place! A friend of mine comes to pick us up and we're in my room packing things when another lady comes in. She tells me that my baby will be staying a few more days, while I leave, until the social worker says otherwise. My mind is fuzzy and I feel sick. What is she saying? And why??. I kiss my baby boy and tell him I love him but I am in a hurry to leave so I can find out what this is all about. Im furious.