Today is the 5th Anniversary of one of the most horrible things that happened to me. In 2013 I was living in my paid-for home. I had taken in my eldest daughter and her 2 children, for the second time, 2 years prior. My daughter and her fiance told me that they were going to buy their own home. They invited me to sell my house and invest my money in the new home and live with them. This would relieve me of trying to care for a home I could no longer handle due to disabilities and I could help with childcare and household chores. It was a win-win for all. Until... in 2021 they kicked me out without my money. Still going through the courts to get my money back. I was also tossed out of the family with no communication since that day.
I still have no idea why this happened.
So here I sit today in a shoebox seniors suite in poverty. Today is the 5th anniversary of my move here. I'm hoping my court case will end this chapter of my life. The money is important but the betrayal is a deep scar I will always carry.
Happy Anniversary to me. 😪