I had been through so much in 2010. By the Fall of 2010, I was getting ready to leave college behind, in hopes of finding a job out in the real world, but I wasn't really sure that I had what it takes to get by, so two days after I graduated, I decided to move out of my home, out of the state and move-in with my on-again/off-again boyfriend at his new home. That was yet another crazy thing for me to do. We had already tried living together months ago and that was an epic failure. At the time it seemed like the best plan for me because he was already established and he had a couple jobs, so all I had to do was make a home for us. After all that I had been through with him, I should have known to stay my butt at home and trust in God to make a way for me, but nope, I could do it on my own, but with the help of my man. Let me tell ya'll, staying with him didn't even last half a year, I was out his place and back on my sister's couch with the next month. I had moved out of my home and into his home in an effort to not end up homeless and jobless, but my plan flopped and I ended up homeless and jobless. SMH
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