”My property, was a showcase, Ted. You should talk. Your roof looked like it was going to cave in! With all that Moss, and none of us, embarrassed you, by saying so, to your face. This is the Goddamn Great recession. No one can find work. It took me seven months to find full time work. I was there four months and layedoff. I’am on unemployment right now.
”We have declining home values. Old People are Wall Mart Greeters because their retirement saving, their nest eggs, are wiped out!! ” I say rapidly all in one sentence . My voice high and cracked. How many hoops, do I have to jump through? For the first time in my life, I had to go to Human-Services to receive Food Stamps!! I began again. ”….You suffered in your twenties??? Everyone suffered in their Twenties. I’m too old to start over.
Get off my property!!! How dare you call my property, trash!!. How about congratualtions for keeping your one for the last 3 years, after getting blindsided, when the only bread winner left.”
Finally, finished with hardly any air left in my lungs. I felt like an outlaw in my own home. Having to defend myself.
Ted was staring at me frowning. ”Everyone in this neighborhood lives changed when you did, Jillie. We had to put up with Boats. And all the different people, coming and going, from your Barn Renters. And a yard that you can’t keep up and…..”