I'm putting entirely to much detail into this threadπ
π€¦π»ββοΈ. I think partially because I have been trying to write my story as a book, and somewhat because I don't want to discuss things coming up soon in my story π
π€¦π»ββοΈπ¬. So... Short version..
I was bullied every day at school, from the time I started, till I was kicked out at 14.. My aunt dropped her 3 daughters of for a visit when I was 7 and never came back for them, my parents adopted them.. I was molested from the age of 6 through the age of 9.. I have only been to a public place on a small number of occasions Without someone hassling me or trying to cause me problems.. I tried to go to college when I was 20, every single day I was on campus security got called on me.. while I was at college I met a woman who pretended to like me, just to make her parents angry, once she had succeeded, she told me that was the only reason.. it took me 4-5 years to get over that. I spent just over 10 years on every dating site I could find without getting a single response or message.. In 2018, my Granny passed away, she left me her house because I had stayed with her for years and helped her out. I let my dad and his wife move in"till they could find a place" because he called me with nowhere to go. I got the first messages I had gotten on a dating site from a woman 600 miles away, I drove to meet her in person, and she decided as soon as I got there, that she only wanted to be friends. I deleted all my profiles and accepted that I would always be alone. My friend from the dating site called me that December, and said she was having trouble finding a place to go, and needed medical help. I found her a place in Kentucky and started taking her to doctors. She convinced me to make profiles on a few dating sites and with her help, I finally got a conversation going. And so at the age of 36, I met the first woman actually interested in dating me. I let her move in with me because she was having trouble with people where she lived at. I had to leave my job because she was paranoid that I was cheating on her everytime I was out of her sight. My dad and his wife, quit helping out around the house and refused to leave. My ex became overwhelmed, started relapsing on drugs, and became even more paranoid, and abusive. We moved to her hometown, I had to leave my truck because it was broken down at the time. She continued to relapse and became more and more abusive, until she stabbed me in the back, literally.. I left her, and moved into the garage where I had been working at there.. about a month later, she said she wanted to talk to me. I agreed and she abducted me, held me hostage for a while, force fed me some drugs, dropped me in a town where I didn't know anyone and stabbed me again.. I found work with a construction company there. Eventually the person I was working with, took me to the garage I had worked at in my ex's town to get my tools, and then returned me to my home to get my truck. My dad was still living in my house and refusing to leave, and I was making better money working with the construction company than I could make at home. I went back out there and continued working construction and living in my truck, waiting for my dad, whom I had evicted, to get out of my house.. 6 months later my ex called me, saying her truck got stolen, and she needed a ride.. I bought her a scooter, and dropped it off for her.. A few weeks later she called me again stranded. I went and picked her up and took her to her moms house, where she had left her scooter. They were going out of town, and said she couldn't stay there.. She stayed with me in my truck, on the condition of no drugs.. we ended up getting back together.. The construction company I had been working with, stopped giving me work, because she was with me.. It started getting cold, and she said she wanted to go home.. I returned to my house again, to discover that my dad had finally left, but my mom and her husband had moved in.. My ex flipped out over "who's stuff is this in our house".. we went back to where we had been staying, and she began relapsing again.. She became abusive again and eventually tried to run me over with the SUV I had just helped her get.. I had to leave her again.. I had been trying for months to get my mother to leave my house, but she continued to ignore me, trash my property and steal my belongings.. So I ended up staying in a friends driveway, still living in my truck..
For my 38th birthday, with the covid restrictions finally being lifted, and being a little over a year since I started telling her to get out of my house, I went to throw my mom off my property.. I found out that she had been using my niece and nephews staying with her and not enough room in her trailer, as her excuse to the rest of my family, for Why she was at my house.. however she wouldn't even allow them here, they were at her trailer, and said she would bring them food occasionally π€¬.. my eldest nephew is autistic, and I found out that my sister had become a drug addict, and had gotten my niece and younger nephew addicted to drugs as well π₯Ίπ€¬. I got my mom out of my house, and let them move in here. My niece and younger nephew are off the drugs, almost 2 years clean now . I still stay in my truck most of the time because I gave them all my bedrooms.π
π€¦π»ββοΈ. When it's really cold I sleep on the couch.. So that's got us caught up to now then....