High school is over. Play time no more.

I was nineteen. It was the day before my birthday. So February 18, 2000. I can remember being on top of the world. I had a god job. I had an amazing car. I was back at my mom's house so that was awesome because I really missed home from working so much. Then comes the bomb shell from my mom and stepdad. You need to move out.


MOVE OUT
Move out?
what?

I had roughly $1000. I thought sure that's enough to survive. I can make more easily. I was engaged. He was amazing or so I thought. He was a good Christian man. We got together that January. I couldn't wait to start a life with him. He had the looks of a former boyfriend/fling of mine. He was Italian and Native American and was the brother of a co-worker so I didn't think I had to worry. His brother dated my best-friend in high school. So in my mind life was falling into place.

BOY was I wrong.