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Justice says “I don’t really have much here, only two air mattresses. One for me and another for the kids. But I really want you to come live with us. Their mother, whose also the roommate is leaving as well”

I pull the phone away from my ear while puttin my shirt on after a meditated shower & very hesitant on responding.. I then respond back and say “I would love that, I just want to make sure your comfortable enough for me to come live with you, esp wen no one’s there”

Justice goes on to say “I think you should come down here next week, my friends and roommate will be gone before then & yes I am more than comfortable with you being with us”.

“Ok that’s perfect I should be able to come around that time I have an interview down there in a week anyways.” I said as I was booking my ticket. “I booked it!”

Justice then murmurs something underneath her breath. I ask what she said; she then responds back saying her friends that recently left wanted to have a 3sum with her. (This is 5 hrs down til I have to board the bus. She tells me this and I am baffled, confused and lost not knowing what to do. I had already packed up my bags and everything.) I’m contemplating and she’s asking if this would’ve stopped me from coming & my response was “No” a fkn “no”. When I should’ve just went with my gut, my intuition was telling me this is going to be a half assed situation due to her half ass telling me about her “friends”.

My ride is 9 hours, I’m on the bus eager to meet them! Ride was smooth sailing, I get there around 3pm & its the Ra-ta-ta-taa (the ghetto). I don’t mind it, it’s nothing. I hit the door, no furniture. I knock on one door someone shouts out “the other door” I go to knock on the other door no answer, but ik it’s my Baby I also see the kid’s sleeping.. I immediately start to cuddle with her while she slept. The kids start to wake up, I introduce myself, the bond & attachment just formed instantly.

A few hours go by and obviously I’m hungry, I got in the kitchen eager to cook dinner around 8pm… crickets. Nothing is in the fridge, or the freezer. I immediately get frustrated, Justice is still sleeping. The roommate, brings food in around 9pm. Just to feed herself.. and gives the kids & Justice what’s left. This went on the entire time I was there, unless there were groceries for me to put together poor man meals. Other then that we ordered food for dinner almost every single night.

I spent 2 months stuck this very toxic/traumatizing environment and this is only the first day!