In my last post I was SO worried about finding a bigger place. A couple of weeks after that post we signed up for housing through my husbands job. We also realized a lump in my daughters throat wasn't going away. It looked like she had an adams apple. We took her to the ENT specialist and he told us that it is he thyroid. He explained that when she was forming in my belly, he ttongue grew out of there and there was some tissue left in there. A cyst if you will. There was a chance that it could eventually grow into cancer. In feb 2012 she ended up having surgery to remove the cyst. I think I had a harder time with the surgery than she did. She really was a trooper and hasn't had an issue since. Then we got the news that we got accepted into housing back in Williston (2 hours away). This was great news because we were going from a 2 bedroom 1 bath trailer, to a 3 bedroom 4 bath townhouse and my husband wouldn't have to drive the crazy 4 hour commute. March 1st we moved back to Williston. What a relief it was! We then had to figure out what in the world we were going to do with the trailer. We were paying about $1k a month for the trailer/lot rent, and over $1k for the new place every month. Money got really tight and during weekly visits to the mobile home (again, 2 hours away) we found out that people have stolen everything from our yard. Once we pulled up and there was a woman with a screwdriver trying to pry the back window open. We showed it to a few people and had extra keys hanging on the kitchen wall, and someone that was looking at the home, stole the keys. So we had to change the locks.
In June we rented the trailer out to my fathers co-worker who had 7 kids (jeeesh!) and we told him that we would pay first months rent and bills. Despite what my family thinks (i'll discuss that later) we are good people who help others out. We wanted him to get settled in and stock up on groceries. I guess my dads company was paying for them to stay in a hotel but couldn't afford it any longer. We had him sign a contract for 9 months, and if he were to miss 3 payments in a row, he would be evicted and still charged for the entire 9 months of rent. Big surprise, he never paid us. We never got a single penny from the guy and he was evicted a couple of weeks before our son was born. The stress we were under affected my pregnancy and I had to be induced for his safety and it ended up as an emergency c-section. We evicted him and never got a penny. The condition of our trailer was depressing. He had kicked holes in the walls. His kids wrote all over the walls. There was animal hair and kitty litter everywhere. He had numerous animals there and the front of the oven was ripped off of the unit. What a mess. We ended up not taking him to court. At this point we couldn't afford it. So he got off scott free and that makes me so mad. Im sure karma will bite him in the ass at some point.
Against better judgement we rented through the winter to another of my fathers co-workers. He paid every month on time, but was even dirtier than the first guy. He moved out in June 2014. The state of our trailer was awful. The first guys destruction paired with this guys lack of cleaning made this home uninhabitable. He didn't even move out his stuff. There were spiders, webs and mouse droppings EVERYWHERE!!! We told him that he needed to clean the whole thing out and he did. I am happy to say that as of this past Saturday, the mobile home is no longer ours! WOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!
In July 2013 my neighbor threw me a baby shower. She invited my family and none showed. I took a large break from talking to them. I deleted all family from my facebook and vented my frustrations to my friends there. I forgot to delete someone and they told my brother about it. I didn't exaggerate anything. I spoke the truth. I am nothing if not honest. My family came down on my hard about it and went even as far as writing my friends individually and explaining that I am a liar and they are good people etc (which my friends didn't tell me about until later). To make a long story shorter-ish, my brother called my kids "fucked up" and "bastards". He wished that my abusive ex boyfriend would have killed me or I would have killed myself as a depressed teen. My parents support him no matter what he says to me and demand that my husband apologize for speaking to him unkindly. We no longer speak to a single member of my family, immediate or extended. My kids will grow to never know their Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents or cousins. When I made this decision, it hurt, bad. I cried for days on end, as if my family members were all killed. Ive told them that I don't want them in my life, or the lives of my children. My father still showed up on my doorstep trying to disprove my reasoning, without success. I told him that when my kids are old enough, I will tell them the truth and then they can decide if they want any contact with them. Growing older and having kids of my own REALLY made me realize that the way I was raised (pushed aside and abused) was not normal and I can't figure out how anyone can treat their kids the way my parents treated me.
My husband has been promoted a couple times since moving here and he is higher up in the company and getting to where he wants to be. At this point, I would be perfectly happy moving anywhere in the world with my own little family.
The crafting has taken a back seat since I had my youngest but now that he is getting older, I am finding more time to do it. I primarily sew and crochet now. I made these baby booties the other day
The last smash cake I made was for my neighbors son. His party was Mickey themed....
And here is a blurry pic of my step daughters cake this year.
She loved it. Now in the next month and a half, I have a son turning 5, 2 days later my youngest turns 1 and then my daughter turns 4. My boys are having a pirate themed party and my daughter wants a Frozen theme. go figure. So I have a few cakes to figure out and pretty quick.
Heres hoping that your lives are far less complicated than mine.
I will definitely get on here more often now.
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