The Big Ones: Poverty Pt .1

Sorry for the late post, I went on vacation for the holiday! I forgot to schedule it to go up while I was gone, so here I am.

Looking back, I have led a long life just in my short span of 20 years.  Most of my life has been fairly rough. To the point of me maturing early. I know this is a common thing for people nowadays, but some people just have lives like that.

To tackle my nervousness about poverty, I’ll tell you my story.

Being Poor

For as long as I can remember, my family has been paycheck-to-paycheck. I grew up hearing stories from my parents about how they lived in a one bedroom apartment with my sister (3 years older) before I was born. They moved shortly after to a 2 bedroom and then moved to where I grew up. Up until my sister moved out we shared a bedroom. In my hometown, we have lived in a total of 4 apartments (time span at each being as short as 6 months to 5 years). My parents just had bad luck with keeping one place, and they didn’t earn enough to buy a house.

For a long time, my parents worked for the state newspaper (delivering the newspapers at night) and that required them to be gone for most of the night. Well, none of our family were willing to come over and watch us at night, so my parents were forced to take us with them. We slept in the car while the walked around neighborhoods. This gave my sister and I the chance to be almost kidnapped a couple of times(the car was almost stolen those couple of times and the wouldn’t have known we were there).

At that time, they worked that and my mom worked at McDonald’s during the day while my dad sent my sister and me off to school and cleaned. I was outside playing when my mom rode up (doesn’t have her license so she rode her bike) and she had lost her job due to unfairness on her managers part. Apparently, he thought my mom was embezzling from the company. It wasn’t until she got a new job that it came out to be that it was him and his girlfriend, who just so happened to work there with my mom. She applied to another fast food place and worked there until the day it shut down(5 years).

Not too long after my mom lost her job at McDonald’s, my dad got a new job working at a Mercedes Benz dealership. This led to them leaving the state newspaper job for good.

It felt as if things were getting a little easier. My mom began to go back to school, while my dad worked. Until our neighbors overheard something private and we lost our apartment because of them. To this day, I hate her, but she’s a full can of worms that I don’t feel like opening right now lol.

So, they started looking for a new place to live. This also happened to be the point of my sister’s rebellion. She started drinking and smoking pot during middle school, but she told my parents about rape threats and she went to live with my grandma in a town over for the next school year. She came home on weekends. I guess you could blame her for us losing that apartment a couple years in. The next apartment was the biggest. My sister and I shared a room, but half the time she was with her friends, so I was “roommate”-less for a while. I reunited with an old friend, kept my then friends, and made a ton more at this apartment.

We had neighbors move upstairs from us, and they worked during the night, so they asked if we could keep it a little quiet during the day so they could sleep. We said that we would try our best but there were 2 teenagers in the house so it might’ve been a little noisy sometimes. This lady would complain about noise when no one was home and nothing was on. We had a cat who slept most of the time we were gone. The only noises she could have heard was the fridge running, the phone ring, or my hamster running on his wheel.

This was when my mom got her second job at the fast food place. But this was also when my dad lost his job at Mercedes Benz. He was looking for a job, applied, and got an interview for an electronics store, but our neighbor upstairs told management we were noisy, my parents were a little late on rent, so they were taken to court. We had to leave by August 22, 2012. Because my dad didn’t have a job, we had to move into a motorhome in my grandparents front yard. My sister was almost 17 when she moved in with her boyfriend of one year. He was almost 19.

I left these details out but their best friend died and the two of them got together. He graduated in 2011, my parents met him before she moved out and still love him dearly. I love him. Even Gage loves him, he’s good, don’t worry lol.

My parents still live in the motorhome, and they both have a job. They just don’t earn enough to save up for an apartment in our area, and my grandpa relies on my dad to him with yard work and stuff on the “farm”.

Since this post is kinda long and I still have more to talk about, I’m going to be breaking it up into two posts. I don’t know if I’m going to be doing this format with the rest of the series, but we’ll see.

I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the series. Try not to feel bad for what happened in my past, some people have it a lot worse than I did.

Comment what you think down below!

-Caitie

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One thought on “The Big Ones: Poverty Pt .1

  1. Reading this kind of puts things in perspective for me. My childhood had its own challenges, mostly revolving around Dad’s issues with alcohol and drugs in his young adulthood (I don’t remember those days, he had his last drink when I was around 6, I think) and being heavily involved in Alcoholics Anonymous in his 30s, and also dealing with his struggles by working long hours and being around physically but not emotionally. But I never had to deal with moving. Everyone has unique challenges, no matter what their background, and it’s important to remember that. Thank you for sharing and being open.

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