Are you flooding?
Not in the house. The back yard is nuts though.
Why are u awake? And how nuts
Idk. My daughter is homeless sleeping in a tent in a major snow storm. It doesn’t exactly promote sleep fullness. That little pond is back in the way back. The one where the ducks will probably come back too.
I don’t remember that.
It was way back. Why are you up? Are still outside? Are you safe?
I’m safe. Always. I’m in a house now, but not last night, and not tomorrow either. It sucks. XXX got approved for an apartment so I should be able to stay with him soon. IDFK. I am safe tho always. I just haven’t been sleeping.
The story will last longer than just tonight. Are you going to sleep in a tent outside? Or outside outside?
A tent usually. It’s not mine, so as long as I am with GGG and HHH then a tent. Otherwise, just, like, outside.
It’s fine mom.
(In my head: how the fuck is that fine? How can she even think that this is fine?)
JoDee, the storm is going to last longer than one night. Is there a cheap hotel near by? I shouldn’t do this but I will give you a couple nights worth of hotel fair but I need to pay them directly.
If you could do that it would be awesome. Then I won’t have to use the pay shower and I can use my money to buy food.
(If I wasn’t standing, I would literally have fallen to my knees)
I could really use a winter jacket instead. A hotel is only going to help me for one night. But the jacket will keep me warm all the time. I can only stay inside for small times but the jacket will keep me warm when I am walking and I can use it as a blanket.
(Is this where we are? Is this a real conversation we are having?)
Jesus JoDee. Je-sus.
Yeah, you have no idea. Seriously. Go to bed, mom. I will call you in the morning so we can figure it out. Love you.
Love you too kiddo.
Who sleeps after that? What parent is going to then lie down and go to sleep after that? My daughter, who has a middle-class family that loves her dearly, is a homeless, begging, hungry, nomad. The next few hours, until the sun comes up, I laid in bed breathing through the desire to vomit, and contemplating exactly how much longer I can do this. Wondering exactly how much more I can put up with. Knowing I was getting worn out, and that usually means doing something I know I shouldn’t but desperate to feel better, even if it is for a minute.
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I so wish I had no idea how you feel, but I know all too well. It just never stops hurting. Sending love.
love as always but yeah….wtf x