Changes

We ended up moving in temporarily with my step mom at her sister's place. We were there for a few weeks. With no luck in finding a job. Money was running low and I knew we couldn't stay much longer. It was at this time that every thing was becoming very complicated. Kc step dad came to visit. Everyone was on edge. Kc lost her temper and we were about to break up because she crossed the line. So much so that we got into a huge fight. She left and after an hour I went to go look for her. I needed to get my cards back from her. So I left. I had to buy dinner. It was my turn to make dinner. We eventually found each other and ended up talking it out. We created ground rules. To ensure this never happened again. From there we ended up going on the road again. We ended up in skid row. Not a very good place to be. It did not last long. We were transferred to Indio. We applied for section 8 and was currently doing OK. Both of us were looking for jobs. So we could settle down. Then one day for absolutely no reason at all. We decided we wanted to have a picnic. We got everything ready including the kids. On our way out my oldest started to shake so bad that it scared the crap out of me. The ambulance came and they took us straight to the hospital. They let us know my son was lucky to be alive. He cannot be high temperatures like this. So we decided to move on. We were heading towards Florida. I figured the weather was nice plus it had beaches. We ended up stopping at a weekly in reno because the rest stop was closed. The next morning when we got up my van was gone. We left everything we owned again. So we went on a search to find jobs. We barely had any money left. We went to the homeless shelter for families in two down town area. Since the shelter was known for calling cps. We decided she would work and I would stay home. After about 3 months of being there. They almost got her fired. She would constantly miss work because of the mandatory meetings. Since they called cps over the smallest things. It got really complicated. So we decided to move out of the shelter and ended up back into a weekly. Then after about 6 months. We decided it was time to move out. We found an apartment. We moved in and we stayed put. Now we were both working and the kids were in school. All was going smoothly. Except my kids were not ready to be with their peers. Things started going down slowly. My oldest began to shut down. My middle started to really act out. My youngest was becoming very distant. Since my kids up until that year was not enrolled in public school. They had no real socializing skills. No street smarts or anything. They were not equipped and ready for all of this. Which created a lot of room for a lot of things to happen. We made a lot of friends and enemies. There was a lot of not pleasant things that happened as well. Things I'm not proud to admit and things I don't think I'll ever be able to accept. Especially during the last 2 years staying in reno. It created so much crazy drama that left me with a lot of fears, anxiety and trauma. Me and the kids decided to move. As a way to protect them. We ended up moving back to my home town. It was not in my list of places I wanted to live. Visit us but never to live. Although I had no choice in the matter. At this time I had my baby who was now nearly 6 months old, my 13 yr old and my 15 yr old with me. My oldest who was 16 was in a mental hospital and my partner was staying behind with him. We ended up with my mom them for a short while. Then we stayed at my friend's place. Then after things got super complicated we moved in with my grandma. That was short lived and we got into our apartment. Which is where we are now.