As most know, I have been with my husband(Jimmy) since 4/22/2006 and have been married to him since November 8th, 2007. I got pregnant at sixteen, which I do not regret. After we got married I moved to Quantico, Virginia with him, since that is where he was stationed. It was absolutely wonderful up there great place to live. Things were very rocky though. My husband still had not adjusted to married life. He didn't even know what married life was like though. He grew up with just his Father. Which in mosts opinion is not the best role model because of the way he treated Jimmy, but I am not here to discuss that. My husband is a great man, but at the beginning it was very difficult for him. Both of us had a tremendous amount of stress on us. Him being in the marines. Me going to school and the both of us trying to be a husband and wife in a place unfamiliar to us.
He then got out we moved back down here and this is where it all began.
Now:
The situation stands now; Since January we were living at John and Anabel Scott's house. We stayed there for three months, they needed their space so we left. We had stayed in our van for three night in the wal-mart parking lot. We decided not to stay there anymore when we woke up to an empty tank after we had just filled up beore going to bed. A friend Jimmy had been doing work for heard the situation and said we could stay with him for a week until his wife got back from the hospital. We had a great stay there. The first day we cleaned the whole house, so it would be safe for the kids and after that it was Jimmy loving it. The guy had four nice rifles, so you can only imagine what jimmy did with those...He went hog hunting. Anyway, While staying their we both got jobs working at the same place. We had our first day of training, then ate at a friends house since we hadn't eaten all day. Just our luck! At three in the morning Jimmy started throwing up constantly. It was puke, rest, "Oh, I feel better now", then puke again or the other end would get hit. Thankfully I was fine, well until six o'clock rolled around and we called an ambulance. Then I started throwing up stomach acid. Fun, Fun. We didn't take the ambulance because of how much it cost, so we waited, got somebody to watch the kids and drove. While driving we both pretty much had our eyes closed the whole time to try not to throw up eveywhere. JImmy just could barely open his. He was driving too. Well, by the end of this endeavor, I was upset how the hospital had treated me, we were both jobless about to be homeless again and still pretty sick. After we felt somewhat decent Our tire had a buble in it, so we tryed making it to the tire place...in Deland. We were in Debary. We made it as far as Deltona when The tread came off the tire just missing Jimmys hand and tearing up the side paneling and breaking our mirror. Since the tread came off and it still had air we kept going. A cop stopped us and said we were a hazard to trafific and we had to pull over a call somebody. We pulled over, then once he left we kept going. A second officer stopped us and we did the same thing except this time took the back roads. Everyones reaction to us driving was pretty funny. Especially, one African american shouting "crazy white people". We couldn't even believe how far we had made it. We figured with our luck we would have blown it already, but we didn't. We had made it to the $10 tire place and were back on our way again. The only thing is we would still be back there in a week to get another tire because of our allignment.
Now:
The situation stands now; Since January we were living at John and Anabel Scott's house. We stayed there for three months, they needed their space so we left. We had stayed in our van for three night in the wal-mart parking lot. We decided not to stay there anymore when we woke up to an empty tank after we had just filled up beore going to bed. A friend Jimmy had been doing work for heard the situation and said we could stay with him for a week until his wife got back from the hospital. We had a great stay there. The first day we cleaned the whole house, so it would be safe for the kids and after that it was Jimmy loving it. The guy had four nice rifles, so you can only imagine what jimmy did with those...He went hog hunting. Anyway, While staying their we both got jobs working at the same place. We had our first day of training, then ate at a friends house since we hadn't eaten all day. Just our luck! At three in the morning Jimmy started throwing up constantly. It was puke, rest, "Oh, I feel better now", then puke again or the other end would get hit. Thankfully I was fine, well until six o'clock rolled around and we called an ambulance. Then I started throwing up stomach acid. Fun, Fun. We didn't take the ambulance because of how much it cost, so we waited, got somebody to watch the kids and drove. While driving we both pretty much had our eyes closed the whole time to try not to throw up eveywhere. JImmy just could barely open his. He was driving too. Well, by the end of this endeavor, I was upset how the hospital had treated me, we were both jobless about to be homeless again and still pretty sick. After we felt somewhat decent Our tire had a buble in it, so we tryed making it to the tire place...in Deland. We were in Debary. We made it as far as Deltona when The tread came off the tire just missing Jimmys hand and tearing up the side paneling and breaking our mirror. Since the tread came off and it still had air we kept going. A cop stopped us and said we were a hazard to trafific and we had to pull over a call somebody. We pulled over, then once he left we kept going. A second officer stopped us and we did the same thing except this time took the back roads. Everyones reaction to us driving was pretty funny. Especially, one African american shouting "crazy white people". We couldn't even believe how far we had made it. We figured with our luck we would have blown it already, but we didn't. We had made it to the $10 tire place and were back on our way again. The only thing is we would still be back there in a week to get another tire because of our allignment.
That is just one of many 'bad luck situations that has happened over the past 6 months and more.
Well, it was time for our friends wife to come home, so we Started packing up again. Thankfully, my dad is letting us store more of our stuff at his house again. Now we were back living in the van. We really didn't want to stay in the parking lot of Wal-mart, so his dad said that we could stay in the van in not his driveway, since we leak oil, but his yard. We took his offer.
Well, it was time for our friends wife to come home, so we Started packing up again. Thankfully, my dad is letting us store more of our stuff at his house again. Now we were back living in the van. We really didn't want to stay in the parking lot of Wal-mart, so his dad said that we could stay in the van in not his driveway, since we leak oil, but his yard. We took his offer.
Since, then living in the van in front of his dads, we got the cops called on us seven times. It took the seventh cop to try to even help us with the situation. He called CPS on us. At first I was very concerned and thought the kids would bre taken away, but instead they came and helped. They put us in a hotel for two weeks which helped a lot. We quit are jobs since they were not paying us and now we are in the same situation again.
Last Tuesday a thought of my Grandma came in my head. Jimmy and I were discussing it and thought it would be best to move. Well, as it turns out she needs help moving. I am thankful God put this opportunity in front of us. News jobs and opportunity. I am very excited to move and think that this will be a turning point in our lives and not be stuck in a continuous loop of bad luck.
From having everything to nothing. Living at your parents to on your own. All I can say is don't give up If you are going through a rough spot you'll make it through. I am sure people are going through this right now with or without kids. We are not out of it yet, but I know we will be eventually.
Later on I'm sure I will put up random stories.
Thanks for reading.
With love,
Sarah K.
Married With Children
