A month ago. my landlord asked that I move by June 1st. Reason? Wanted to rent my place as a summer rental. I live on a small beach town and it’s very lively during the summer months. She will make 600 a week instead of 600 a month. When I moved to the sq ft cottage I was told I could stay as long as I like. The place was furnished so I sold most of my stuff except my couch, and a lot of clothes.
I was so upset to get the news. I didn’t have the money to move nor the furniture to put it. I panicked and became manic and couldn’t breathe. I called my son and was bawling about what happen. What do I do. I also felt attached by this person. I always feel that way. Like “why are they doing these things to me – I’m a nice person – I don’t understand.” My son always has his way in calming me down. Mom, “I know how you are – It just happened, nothing you can do right now. Things will come a little clearer tomorrow and you know what to do.
All my life bad things happen. I’m always asking why. I haven even remarried since my divorce in 1978. Several relationships but none in the last 6 years. I’m 62 and I don’t think this is going to happen. I guess God is just waiting for the right person. But have to accept there may not be one out there.
My mine did become clearer the next day. I attacked the situation by placing a notice on Facebook in my local area. It came through. A lady was looking for a roommate for a large beach house on the island. I wasn’t thinking that I hate roommates only that I needed a place to stay. My fear of course is not showing her that I have mental illness but a normal person. Can I do this without staying something stupid? Updates coming..