Supposed To Be My New Start!

Living with my family for maybe two years, it was hell some much drama happened in that house. With my stepfather and mother cheating on one another a divorce happened and that split the family apart with everyone going their separate ways.

I wasn't able to save up money to get my own place so I ended up having to find someone looking for a roommate. I found someone who was renting a room out of their house and move in. It wasn't close to my job at all. I struggled getting there paying for uber was costly, I ended up walking nine miles to and from work.

My time was hard but it strengthen me.

I know this was my time to heal from the negativity, toxicity, (so I though and it was for a short time). There were two people living there one was the boyfriend of the landlord ( was managing the house) and another tenant. I really love the neighborhood grocery, shopping stores, the library, and parks all around. It was a safe area just not inside the house, it was drama there too. However, good things did happen to me like finding a great church, new friends, I got baptised.

After having tenants moving in and out I was attack by one of the new tenants he was a drunk a violent one. He would get sloppy drunk and he was nasty didn't like to clean up after himself.

He never contributed to providing paper towels, dish soap, or trash bags he would use it up and not replace them.

May of 2021, I was attacked by the drunk tenant, the cops or the landlord did nothing. I had scratches bleeding scratches on my neck, arms, and nothing was done about him.

At that time I didn't have any money to move anywhere so I was definitely on the edged.

I walked with a stun gun in my hand every time I walked out of my room. It was the only thing that made me feel safe even though I wasn't.
  I literally lived inside of my room, I cooked and even put a small refrigerator in there. The only time I came out was to shower, use the bathroom, and going places.

A horrible way to live but I did.