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I'll make it as short as possible...
I bought a house when I was 22 years old. Got married, seperated, got a job offer on LA. I leased my house out to tenants, and to keep my wifes mouth shut, I put her in a nice apartment and told her I'd pay the 1st 3 months till she got on her feet since she lost her job.
moved to LA, got a new apartment, after 2 months my tenants arent paying the rent, eviction process took 3 fuckinng months. Meanwhile, my wife decided to bail on the apt, which was in my name. I was so credit cautious and so I paid the rent.
I was paying Rent in LA, paying for a mortgage back home, and an empty apartment, at which time my company went belly up and left us all hanging.
I've never been so depressed in my life, my truck got repo'd, my house was forclosed upon, and my credit took a dive. i was in LA with no car, no more rent money, I miled them for a month before I was evicted, no family, so I grabbed a few things and took off on foot not knowing what the hell Im gooing to do.
I was only homeless for 2 weeks, there was a place near the beach where they rent out tents real cheap, so I stayed there for some time, stayed in isolated places, slept sitting up, couldnt even lay down.
I've had it after 2 weeks, I knew this just wasnt going to happen to me, I got up and called every human I knew and asked for any help to get me home where I would have a place to stay, and so they did. I was on my way home and got my shit back together.
Today I am doing just fine, and I learned to secure myself before I decide to be nice to someone else. also being 22 at the time didnt help at all, I was doing great and thought I was on top of ythe world, you dont realize that 22 years old is NOTHING when you grow up and look back. Sure you can buy a house and have several cars at 22, but that doesnt mean you're making the best decisions.
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