I’m 25 years old, I’m writing this to share my story of how my mom ended up homeless and how I was the one who had to make the tough decision to not let her live with me.
It all started when I was 15 years old. My mom and dad had been fighting a lot and things were beginning to get out of hand. One day, my mom had enough and kicked me out of the house. I was so confused and scared, unsure of what to do. I had nowhere to go, so I decided to stay with some of my friends.
It was hard living with my friends, but I was determined to make it work. I got a part-time job to help pay for my expenses, and I managed to save some money every month. I eventually got a full-time job and moved out on my own.
While I was living on my own, I barely kept in touch with my mom. We would talk every now and then, but it was never the same as it used to be. She never asked for anything, and she seemed to be doing ok.
Then, a few years ago, I got a call from my mom. She had been evicted from her home due to not being able to pay rent and was now homeless. I was shocked and saddened to hear this news. I wanted to help her, but I just didn’t have the financial means to do so.
I wanted to offered for her to come and stay with me, but I knew it wouldn’t be good for either of us. I was already struggling to make ends meet and didn’t want to take on the responsibility of taking care of her. So, I told her that I couldn’t let her stay with me.
Since then, I’ve been helping her where I can. I send her money every month to help her with her basic expenses, and I visit her when I can.
Am I wrong for not letting her stay with me?