...And So the Next Rain Falls... in meh...

If it’s not one thing it’s another. I was just relaxing. Now, I’m panicking for her.

My daughter, of course.

She called me at work and I could immediately tell something was wrong.

Her landlord stopped by, gave her back the $200 daughter had just given her to make up for rent, and told her that at least by the middle of October, she will have to move out.

We already know she can’t stay at my place, which means I will have to keep Bubby Sr with me again to keep him in school. I know some lessons have to be learned and some things have to be taken care of, but she is already struggling. She received a check from the bar for 0 dollars and 0 cents. Happened when I worked at 6 Flags as a youth. She works two part time jobs both with shitty hours and pay. We just talked about getting another job and getting her self together so she can afford her life. Now this.

I was randomly looking at houses to buy and I can’t afford not a one.
I was also looking at houses to rent in my current neighborhood.
I can’t afford not a one.

I went online and got some numbers and websites and told her to call this one particular place. I hope they can tell her something that helps. I can’t do anything for her and this actually hurts me. Maybe I’m not supposed to do anything for her.

::smh::
Fuck me running…