So my name is Chris.
I'm turning 22 in May. I run a restaurant in Wisconsin for a massive international pizza chain that rhymes with Dittle Beezers. I'm engaged to my high school sweetheart.
Almost 4 years ago I was homeless without a job.
It started at the very end of 2009. My mother was going through another (her 6th to be exact) break up with her "Husband". They got married without saying a word to anyone for almost a month.
She is bipolar and it just gets so much worse when she's under stress.
I come home one night after getting high with my friends to my mom sitting in her armchair sobbing heavily. I try to comfort her. I get punched and told that I'm never there for her. I sit next to her and keep trying. Nothings working. She's becoming increasingly violent. I head to my bedroom and grab some clothes and shove them in my backpack and decide that I'll spend the night at my sisters (26) until my mom can cool down.
I'm then chased out of the house with a baseball bat.
I end up with my friends at Dennys for the entire night, unable to sleep.
The next day my mom calls me to tell me to come get my stuff. I'm on my own now.
Two weeks down the line my sister can't put me up anymore. Her landlord knows I'm staying there and am breaking her lease. My grandma puts me up for 3 weeks while I start searching for a job. No leads. All this while during the day I'm sneaking into the house while my mom is at work to gather my things into a spare closet at my sisters house. It's early February now.
Eventually I have to leave there. I crash on a few couches but after a while no would could put me up.
I start selling off my guitars on Craigslist. My precious SG given to me by my mother now belongs to a 10 year old in Green Bay for $200. I sell of my PS2, Xbox 360, and PSP with all of my games to GameStop. $180.
I give a buddy of mine a few bucks to let me crash some more. 1 week later I'm out.
I get a call on my $20 burner phone from the job I still have today. They'll interview me.
I have a job now. Fucking. Awesome.
But I still have no place to stay. I buy a sleeping bag and make camp behind a large concrete structure behind my work. I shave and wash up when I get into work in the mornings.
I'm finally getting consistent paychecks and have pleaded with a friends family to put me up for a bit of cash. I have a roof over my head.
That friend and I eventually move into a place of our own. He moves out 6 months later.
My friends are more concerned with getting high as fuck than growing up. I no longer have friends.
I get a second job.
My fiancee and I start dating after having reconnected.
My grandmother passes away and after a confrontation between my sister and I about her making moving plans the day after her death we no longer speak. I have no more family.
I quickly advance up the ranks at my job to become one of the youngest in the state to ever take a general manager position in my company.
And here I am today writing this self-centered piece of crap for my first blog.
It just feels good to write it down and share it. Some people might be able to relate. read