The End Of My Tiny House Dream-Tiny House On The Spectrum

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In life things are just not stacked up fairly, I wasn’t born yesterday, I understand and except that reality. I also know not everyone is nice. I still struggle with that reality. I want to believe that most people are innately good….otherwise this world becomes a much scarier place.

Last month was supposed to be the BIG month, the month when my tiny house was paid and we would be mortgage free. As the date approached I began to think of what our lives could be like without out being on such a strict budget. Maybe we would celebrate and buy a used ATV or go camping one more time. I had dwindled our grocery bill down to 25 dollars a week for a long time. I got scared a few times after loosing my my job to an injury. I sold everything I could find, stayed up late making crafts to sell, tutored, did yard work. Some how I made that payment every month. I felt myself healing from the years when I had little support with Noah, at one point falling so far down we lived in a homeless shelter. Being a single mother of a kiddo with autism can be a challenge but harder was the way I was perceived and treated in society as a woman experiencing extreme poverty . I was beginning to regain my confidence in my own competence, feeling strong and intelligent. Now it’s all slipping out of my grasp… I just can’t explain how this feels….

August was supposed to be the BIG month, but here we are at the mercy of a rent-to-own shed company from Tennessee I had never even heard of until just a few weeks ago. The shed/tiny house conversion we call home didn’t belong to the man I bought it from, it belonged to them….we’ve been scammed.

At first I was in complete disbelief that someone could possibly do that to another human being. Especially someone who knew my son and the therapeutic benefits our tiny provides for him. This is the place Noah believed he would always live. When he is out of the house and feels anxious or scared he will ask to come home…our tiny is like a giant weighted blanket for Noah… his safe place.

Even though I crossed all my “Ts” , had a contract, paid every month on time, worked my tail off and paid the house in full 16500 in one year. Here we are literarily a few weeks from being homeless once again.

My dream was to pay off this tiny house, save up and buy a piece of land big enough for a few more tiny houses so others who have experienced misfortune as we have would have the opportunity to live and to have the odds evened up for them a bit as well. I thought I was half way there…

I want to tell you we will get through this and some how I will make my tiny house dream a reality. At this point outside of some divine intervention it looks like this ship is going down.

I don’t really have any words of wisdom to share… the only thing that comes to mind should go with out saying, not the most graceful thing I’ve ever wrote but real… work together to make this a better world , a world with compassion and empathy don’t be shitty people or greedy companies, always remember there is a God and he see you…

 

Rebecca

 

 

7 Replies to “The End Of My Tiny House Dream-Tiny House On The Spectrum”

  1. OMG,BECKY!!!!! WE ARE SO SO SORRY THIS HAS HAPPENED!!!!!! WHAT A ROTTEN THING TO DO TO YOU AND NOAH!!!! I WISH I HAD A WAY TO HELP. KEEPING YOU IN OUR PRAYERS FOR THE KLORD TO INTERVENE AND PLACE YOU AND NOAH IN A BETTER PLACE,FREE OF WORRY AND SAFE. KEEP US POSTED,AND WE WILL BE KEEPING YOU IN OUR PRAYERS, MUCH LOVE AND HUGS,,JANE AND BRAD.

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