Narrative Essay Homeless

As a child I dreamt of the day I would get married, start a family, buy a home and have lots of money. I felt so foolish as I began to get older and realized that that wasn’t the hand I was dealt, that was not my reality. Now, I find myself homeless and without hope and all I can think is, “No one said life was easy.” As I start packing my tiny one-bedroom apartment where my family and I lived, I could not help but feel the anxiety building, unsure of what will come after we make this lengthy trip to the other side of the country. I was about to experience a great adventure, but as a parent and spouse the overwhelming sensation of uncertainty was there in every decision I made. As we all settle in the car, I say goodbye to the life I once
It was a three bedroom two story apartment with a compact kitchen and one bathroom for twelve people, seven of them being kids. As I enter the house through the back door, I walk directly into the cramped dining room, with a tiny kitchen located on the far right. As I continue forward through the hallway, I could not help but notice how squalid and unkempt the walls and carpet were. All I could think was, "Is this it, the place I was supposed to lay my head at night?" I am immediately uncomfortable and overwhelmed, that I instantly walk back to my car and frantically start looking for a place for my family to live. As I search apartment after apartment, I just could not find one that was suitable for us and with no luck we moved into my brother in law's the next day. I tried to make the best out of the situation we were in, while my husband started work almost immediately, I was left to care for the
She started off by complaining about habits that would bother her and then she progressed to lying, theft, and vandalism. One night, after coming home, I walked into orur romm and could not help but notice something was off. As I scan the room, I could not help but get a overwhelming smell of feces and it was then I realized someone had splattered it all over the walls, along with our clothes, and some personal items. At that point I was feeling alone and hopeless and prayed for a change. She began to tell my brother in-law lies, who in turn would tell my husband and who then would come at me with accusations of not trying to keep the peace while living in their home. I remember sitting in my car every night after my husband would get home from work bawling to my mother about how miserable and demoralized I was. When the harassment started to get progressly worse, my only defense was to leave. I would sit in my car with my kids and try to accommodate them as much as I could. Occasionally we would spend the whole day at the park and others we would just walk aimlessly through a store, anything to keep busy. I would only return to the house when my husband would come home from work, but eventually that became too much and I begged my husband to leave. I recall waking him up early one morning, sobbing barely able to speak, I just could not take it