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Oh God.
So. My love just called me to tell me that no, he's not getting kicked out of his house on Monday, he's getting kicked out.. basically today/tomorrow.
He doesn't know where he's going to go or where his things are going to go. He literally has to pack up everything that he owns that he wants to keep, and move out of his house. Why? Because his aunt and uncle don't give a fuck about their nephew. They'd rather tear down the house, rebuilt everything and get more money off of selling/renting it to someone else than know that he has a home.
I basically panicked when he called me to tell me that. I had to find out where my mom was. I couldn't think of anyone else with a car who could help him move his stuff. I don't even know where they're moving it to. Or where the cats and two rats are going to stay. But I called mom, couldn't talk because I was about to cry, e-mailed her explaining the situation and begging her to go help him... So she's there now, loading his stuff into the van to bring it who-knows-where. My family would never let him stay at our house, even in a situation like this. It's horrible. And it's even more horrible because I'm stuck here, a 45-minute drive away at school, unable to even be there to comfort him--or myself.
This is why we want to live together. I want him to be safe. I want him to be happy. I want to see him more than once a week. I want to make sure that he eats more than once a day. He hardly eats--not because of any eating disorder, but because his family has never had much money. His house--well, but now he doesn't even have one--has no working fridge, working stove, working oven or running water. He's never had much of anything, even when they did have those things.
I just want to take all of his pain away. I don't want to see all of this happen to him, and not be able to do a single thing. I want to live with him, marry him, feed him, comfort him. I'm sitting here bawling my eyes out, because I know that won't happen for another 3+ years. It just can't. I'm at college 45 minutes away from him, and neither of us has the money. I'm only 18. He's 19, almost 20, but he doesn't have a license and he never finished High School. He gets by working at Dunkin Donuts 36-40 hours a week. What are we supposed to do? I love him so much. I don't want to see him hurt anymore.
God. I don't know what to do. I want to take a bus home right now, but I can't. He would be upset if I missed class. And what would I do, anyway? The only thing I COULD do would be to hug him and try to reassure him that we'll figure things out. I mean, we've always been able to. We've been together for 3 years and 4 months, and we've always figured things out. I just don't know what to do now, though. I love him so much. God, I really do.
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