Sob Story WARNING. I just feel lost, so, that. You beautiful people never fail to lift my spirits, AND you've been my friends & family when I didn't have one...like now.
TL,DR: I'm betting kicked out of the home I paid for with nothing, and I don't know what I'm going to do.
After putting my last $130,000, my life's work and savings plus a small inheritance, all I had before my body broke down, into my family home for my daughter to have a safe place, my mom to have somewhere to grow old, and my sister to have somewhere for her girls to come back to, my "family" is kicking me out.
I'd be fine, but my nine year old doesn't deserve this. What did I do, you might ask? Well, my finance and I cleaned out the garage and parked there. My mother, now nearly 70 and emotionally abusive (I only recently discovered this) lost her mind (figuratively, but also possibly literally). My sister, having a problem with me since...forever...joined in. They spent the evening screaming unreasonable, imaginary problems that were created to cause said conflict. My mother, who we've spent two years trying to help medically, emotionally, and financially (she's got many health issues, chronic smoker & gambler), now calls me ungrateful and uncaring, all do to my malicious fiance (who was the "we" that has been helping).
I put $100,000 into securing the down payment for this house, but I did so after investing the money in my sister's name. I paid for all the furniture & appliances, not to mention the other $100,000 I spent on my family prior to buying the house. I have no legal record/recourse, because I transferred the assets to mi sister's name to secure the loan, after my divorce (in which I only retained the money I'd earned & inherited, and no credit or job to speak of).
Why? I'm chronically ill, and could die suddenly. I was trying to protect my daughter.
I don't understand how this happened, although it seems very clear to my fiance, who's helped me put more money into this household while staying here, and my therapist, who pointed out the abuse (of 20+years now), and my doctors, who say stress is going to literally kill me, having lost half my heart function already. I'm also supposed to be on bed rest (ha) while awaiting surgery.
During this nonsense this weekend, my mother kicked in my bedroom door, terrifying my child, and nearly landing me in the hospital.
I know most of you do not want this news; I'm usually a bright, fun, silly addition to your feed (or I was, before the walls closed in and I hid away). As I said, though, you are my family, and I feel so very lost. Thank you for taking a minute to make me feel less alone. We have no idea what is next, but here's to the terrifying unknown.
I've held into my clean time (nearly ten years) and my little family. I'm grateful to have you here, too.
Have a cute & twisted mogwai cartoon for your time, and some Stitch for your trouble. #dump #advice #sobstory #sadday #support #love #lost #gratitude