Relatives alienating and sabotaging me
Though I'm documenting it on ChatGPT for details that I won't go into here as much, it's like I never wanted to move out here anyways.
My half-sister had offered to let me live in her guest house for years before I accepted the offer, which I had no other option anyways. After my ex-wife left me, I tried to stay living in the RV we last lived while trying to save money for a house. The owner of the campground let me stay there and do janitorial work for a bit, and then I found work at a factory which was a 4 hour one-way walk to get there before coworkers offered to drive me to & from for free and then gradually increase the amount I needed to pay them until I was practically paying them everything I earned (which is why I've still never been able to afford a car or have time to get a license when I can find work), and then the city up there stole the land and I had nowhere to go.
So here I went, from Minnesota to extra crispy southern Texas into a guest house with no air conditioning and only cold water at first (except for the first couple minutes during summer, when the water in the pipes was still like 130 degrees or so for then) and after the freeze of 2021 with a leak that they couldn't find while going through my home (yes, their house, but my home) without letting me know while I was gone to work or getting groceries during the rare weeks even when I had work they let me have transportation to grocery stores, and my brother-in-law killed my bird Symphony by opening the door to their room too quickly I think, while he was "troubleshooting" the plumbing that doesn't exist in my birds' room. -_-
At first after moving here, they let me have food, though they're all anorexics and buy the most expensive future poop possible, but after a while they changed their rule and wouldn't let me eat. And even with my stepdad helping at a distance, most weeks without transportation there's only Dollar General for two hours of walking to get overpriced food at (though still not as overpriced as the stuff they buy at HEB.) When I do have transportation, I try to stock up on beans at Dollar Tree and birdseed (and spring mix) for my birds at wallfart along with wet wipes for cleaning and razors to keep shaved so I don't look as ugly at least.
I did manage to find work for a couple years at a hospital laundromat which was 120°F indoors during summer, with the propane dryers INDOORS along with the irons, and the sheets that often had human poop mixed in them at random, and the laundry carts that soiled side moved over to "clean" side without washing for the processed linen to get plopped in and sent back to the hospitals. Oh and fun too was coworkers trying to run me over with industrial vehicles while laughing, which has happened at two different workplaces, the first plastics factory I worked at in Minnesota and this stupid glorious sweatshop as well. Not the second factory though, but there they had a different layout that didn't allow for vehicles to run in the walking spaces near the presses.
But anyways, after I reported the glorious sweatshop to OSHA I got bullied away and haven't been able to find work since. Not even at Dollar General when I can afford minutes for my phone, though without transportation I'd be sweaty of course but they also only hire women there anyways at that location so whatever I guess. So yeah, still stuck in this broken down hellhole and not allowed to have food while my rich blood relatives who hate me go on vacations every few months, often buy $50 meals for themselves in addition to full fridges and pantries of overpriced crap they won't let me have, but instead require me to risk my life walking on shoulderless roads to get food from Dollar General during the endless weeks without transportation. If they bought items for less than the price of gold, they could have even more to actually share with me, but then they'd still withhold it since it's "their" food even though they let most of it rot.
Argh.
It seems like they're trying to murder me by starvation or see if I'll get ran over when walking to get groceries, all completely full of legalistic irresponsibility and plausible deniability, but they're trying to kill me by those means it seems to me. -_-
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