So, for those of you who don’t know my recent story, the long and short of it is my mother died and I have to be out of her apartment by December 4th. This recent turn of events got me thinking about the latter half of my life. These past ten years have been one hell of a thing to experience.
I’ve always wanted to move the fuck away from here. My mom got this apartment after we left the shelter when I was in middle school. It was not the best of neighborhoods back then. Sirens, gunshots, robberies, police on foot patrol. We had it all. It was ours though. First time since we left Atlanta and my dad left that we had our own place.
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Today is sad love song day for me. It’s probably because this divorce is finally coming to a close. I’ll have the divorce decree in my hand in the near future and that makes me feel… I don’t know. Part of me feels like I wasted a decade of my life and the other part just feels like this is one chapter of my life closing and the beginning of a new one.
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Today I’m gonna talk about what it’s like to be a poor fat kid on the free lunch program. Grab a snack, sit down, and let’s take a trip down memory lane… [Trigger warning for disordered eating and medical ignorance.]
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Gather round kiddies and let me tell you a tale of one of the worst roommates in the history of ever.
So, the first time around in college, I did the traditional college experience. (I went in right after high school and lived on campus.) Little ol’ freshman me gets a sophomore (maybe junior, I can’t remember but I know she was older than me) roommate. I thought she was cool, but it turns out she was extremely inappropriate. I have multiple stories on how, but I’ll focus on two.
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Divorce when you’re already poor is expensive and time-consuming. Like, I can technically print out the papers and do this myself and only spend around $200. There are two problems with that though:
- $200 is a lot when you’re working out how to feed the kids every week.
- I don’t have the time to run to the courthouse, sheriff’s office, and post office.
I have two kids. I’m the one caring for said kids. I have to be there when my son gets on and off the bus. Dealing with an almost one year old is a full-time job.
In order to do all this myself, I’d have to go to the courthouse and file the papers, send them to my ex through certified mail or go through the sheriff, go back to the courthouse with proof he got the papers, get a court date, and then show up for court for the final decision. I’m exhausted just typing that out.
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There are some things I just need to put out into the universe. They will happen because I will make them happen.
2017 is the year of:
- “Fuck your two cents if it ain’t going towards the bill.”
- Selfish is good.
- Financial stability.
- A finalized divorce.
- True independence.
- The beginnings of a TBLG+ center for kids and young adults.
- More writing, more reading, more learning, more growing.
Overall, 2017 will be the year of ME.
If I’m being completely honest with myself, I almost wanted to skip today. It’d just be another thing I’ve given up on. If you can’t tell, I’m on a downward swing as of late. The meds are helping to keep it from getting too bad, but I’m still cycling from up to down. Right now I’m down and questioning every single thing I’ve ever done/am doing. It sucks. Bad. It’ll pass soon though. Maybe. I’m not entirely sure.