Posted 6th July 2010 2017

So starting at the very beginning of 2010, my year has gone from pretty good to the worst of my life.

In January: I come home from Christmas vacation, over which I found out that the pedophile who raped my little sister and molested me and my littlest sister for years somehow found us online. When I get home, my bf decides that it’s a good time to break up with me - while there’s still seven months to go on the lease that has us sharing an apartment with two other friends, and while we’re still stuck sleeping in the same bed. Over the next week, I apply for a second job and get an interview, find out that I’ve been kicked out of college because of personal issues leading to my grades slipping, interview for the job and get it, then lose it four days later because I’m no longer a college student. All this over one week.

In February: I get my wisdom teeth taken out the day before Valentine’s day, so I spend that day alone, doped up on Vicodin, and in extreme pain which only gets worse over the next week as it turns out I have dry socket, so I’m constantly in the worst pain you can imagine, not to mention still fighting with my roommates about letting me off the lease, since I can no longer pay for the rent without my student loans or the second job I had been hoping for.

In March: My ex abuses me physically for the last time, and I call the cops on him. The rest of that night is spent packing up everything else of mine so that the next morning, I move back to my hometown. I spend a week at my dad’s to finish up at work, then come back to live for good. The Monday after I move out, I file for a no-contact order against my ex.

In April: I have my first court date against my ex, and I go into it knowing nothing about what’s going on with the proceedings, since my lawyer hasn’t told me any of my options. The next week, I get up on the stand and present evidence of my ex’s abuse, and the next day I’m told that I don’t get the no-contact order, because there wasn’t enough evidence. Still no help from my ex-roommates on getting off the lease. On the bright side, I start at my new job almost right away, giving myself something to do and some money.

In May: I get a new apartment and move out of my moms. A few days later, I get served papers saying that my ex is filing a no-contact order against me. I go to the court date, and the next day, I find out that I’ve lost, because he lied on the stand and got away with it. But on the bright side, I get a second job, one at a place I love.

In June: I thought it was going to be okay. Instead, my hours get -massively- cut at my first job, so I can only pay part of the rent, and have to wait until the next check for the rest. A friend from out-of-state comes to visit, so I get to spend two weeks having fun with her, and that’s the best thing that’s happened this whole year. After that, it goes way downhill. I have to explain to my landlady that I need to wait a little longer to pay the rest of the rent, because fewer hours means less money means not able to pay the rent in full.

In July: I still don’t have enough money to pay the rent, despite working every chance I can, including 11 hours straight yesterday at both jobs. But for my efforts, the extra hours, my mom offering to match my rent checks, selling off some of my things, I get an eviction notice under my door. The kicker is that my birthday is tomorrow, but instead of spending it with my friends like I had hoped, I’ll probably get to spend it moving out. Happy fucking birthday to me.

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