I am a two time homeowner. I was a mother, wife---I made Thanksgiving dinners, had dinner parties for friends. I had china, glassware. I am a collector of fairies and unicorns....I had a special little cabinet with glass doors that I kept my most special ones in.
A year ago...on September 4, 2014....my family broke my leg. And when I say "broke" I mean I woke up and my freaking calf and foot were ROTATING 360 degrees like my knee was one big ball bearing and OMG did that HURT! I could not believe it! But, being a "warrior" like I was trying to be....I went to the pharmacy near Stadium Villiage....wrapping it in a cut off sock to get there...and bought an ace bandage and a knee brace. And I just WRAPPED up my rotating knee and kept walking....pushing my little homeless cart.
Except...I needed to change out some clothes...so I stopped at my Public Storage unit. I had a fever by this time....my knee was getting infected and I was having trouble walking. I suddenly got REALLY sick....and I fell asleep in front of my storage locker til morning.
In the morning ...I was awakened and told that I had to move my stuff out in 24 hours or it would be auctioned. I panicked. The story kept changing....It was going to be auctioned at the end of October...and I actually thought about suicide then...everything I ever had, just GONE? Then I thought of my son Aric, and how he still needed me...and Did Not Jump.
Then, while I was doing time from the incident with my mother....I got a call that my stuff was still there, there was a new manager and if I paid $1046 I could keep my stuff....but I had to come get it ALL at the same time....with a truck.....and let them know in advance. I paid the money....but have had no place to put the stuff....but I keep paying on the storage unit.
The strange thing is that it keeps telling me my gate code in my online account....and if my family had not stolen my keys when they took my birth certificate, social security card, passport, etc....I could probably go in there after hours and check it out. (If it doesn't have an extra lock on it?)
The concern here is----I have this sneaking feeling that my stuff is not even there any more. My family has treated me so badly that I can see them pouring over my belongings, judging me for every esoteric book, unicorn or sex toy they found.....and burning my burgundy (too close to scarlet) clothing and using my beautiful china for shotgun practice......"PULL!!!"
It's been a year....if they thing I forgot what my stuff looks like...I did not. If they think that the $14000 of insurance will be enough to replace the memories of Elliot's and Aric's things they made at school, the family pictures, or my lifetime worth of artwork....they are nuts.
It will be interesting to find out What is in the Storage Locker.
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