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Back in 2008 I visited a friend for about a month or so. I had previously lived with my mom. On my 26th birthday my mom called to say "happy birthday" and said that her new boyfriend had moved in with her. I said: "Wow...that's going to get difficult when I come back. We don't have enough rooms etc."
At this point she told me she was sorry but I couldn't come back. I remember we had an argument about it and I was very very pissed and scared. Of course my birthday was ruined. The problem was back then I was working self employed. I was officially making money so I couldn't get social security services. However, I had massive credit card debt because I had used the money from the credit card to get self employed. I had not calculated in the possibility that my mom would kick me out for a chad. So I was having an income on the paper and thus no social security but massive expenses due to a credit that was too high for my income to sustain it.
So for about 2 years until 2009 I had to find places to sleep. A friend of mine was studying at uni at the time and had a 7 square meter room. I could usually slam in a mattress and stay there. That was one terrible place with spiders and cockroaches everywhere. Apart from his bed and the matress and his desk there was no space at all in the room. Also sleeping on the floor fucked up my back and I had a disc prolapse. This causes me problems until today when I take a shit and sit on the pot for too long I don't feel my legs anymore. I also had to be very careful never to piss of my friend because I needed him.
Also my feet started to swell so my shoes wouldn't fit but I had no money for shoes. I had 10 Euros in my pocket. So I went to the store and bought 8 Euro sandals. I walked around with the sandals even when it was snowing. People looked at me like I was a fucking idiot. I still have those sandals today as a reminder of what it's like to be in hell.
In 2009 I had finally managed to pay off most of my debt and was able to afford the cheapest flat I could find in the entire region with mold hanging from the walls and shit but I cleaned the place and renovated it so it was pretty decent.
Those two years were the most horrible and miserable years of my life.
Now don't get me wrong I was 26 and all so you can argue it was reasonable for her to expect me to move out. I just don't think it's fair to say: "Look son, you can't come back" without any further notice. Without even a little bit of time to try and make arrangements. That was absolutely fucked up tbh.
At this point she told me she was sorry but I couldn't come back. I remember we had an argument about it and I was very very pissed and scared. Of course my birthday was ruined. The problem was back then I was working self employed. I was officially making money so I couldn't get social security services. However, I had massive credit card debt because I had used the money from the credit card to get self employed. I had not calculated in the possibility that my mom would kick me out for a chad. So I was having an income on the paper and thus no social security but massive expenses due to a credit that was too high for my income to sustain it.
So for about 2 years until 2009 I had to find places to sleep. A friend of mine was studying at uni at the time and had a 7 square meter room. I could usually slam in a mattress and stay there. That was one terrible place with spiders and cockroaches everywhere. Apart from his bed and the matress and his desk there was no space at all in the room. Also sleeping on the floor fucked up my back and I had a disc prolapse. This causes me problems until today when I take a shit and sit on the pot for too long I don't feel my legs anymore. I also had to be very careful never to piss of my friend because I needed him.
Also my feet started to swell so my shoes wouldn't fit but I had no money for shoes. I had 10 Euros in my pocket. So I went to the store and bought 8 Euro sandals. I walked around with the sandals even when it was snowing. People looked at me like I was a fucking idiot. I still have those sandals today as a reminder of what it's like to be in hell.
In 2009 I had finally managed to pay off most of my debt and was able to afford the cheapest flat I could find in the entire region with mold hanging from the walls and shit but I cleaned the place and renovated it so it was pretty decent.
Those two years were the most horrible and miserable years of my life.
Now don't get me wrong I was 26 and all so you can argue it was reasonable for her to expect me to move out. I just don't think it's fair to say: "Look son, you can't come back" without any further notice. Without even a little bit of time to try and make arrangements. That was absolutely fucked up tbh.
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