evangelin

Today Steph and I had to go to an eviction for Tim. Foreclosure in Melbourne. We met the sheriff Deputy at a lovely home in a cookie cutter neighborhood. Uhaul truck in front was barely loaded, young pregnant woman answered the door with her three year old in tow. The house was a wreck and although I thought perhaps what was left was the aftermath of having moved all of the furniture and most important items out....I was wrong. Not a man in sight.The women was waiting on her mother to come back I assume from work, she was dressed buisness casual when she arrived-hooked to a diabetic pump. Very attractive I would have thought she was far younger had it not been for the daughters age. Still No man, no family besides the daughter-no help.

Recently divorced with a boyfriend that apparently worked for the sherrifs department.....Not a fucking Man, he goes on the fuck you list along with both my so called father and step father and countless other chicken shits that aren't worth a damn. Nothing should have been more important than making sure that, that house was physically packed up and that they were settled somewhere. It's not as if it were a fucking surprise. Even the deputy with us was pissed they were alone to handle this. We had the guys that were there to do the walk through and lockout help move everything into there Uhaul-not everything...the important stuff.
2 hours. I sat with the three year old mostly and what ever the prgnant doughter would try and move I would take from her. I wish if nothing else that the child , Mickey, didn't have to be there to see that. For awhile all she kept saying was trouble. she wouldn't even talk to Steph. I did get her to relax a bit though, there is nothing like having a child trust you.

As horrible as that was, I haven't cried. I feel sort of numb. Silencia said the same thing awhile back about a situation she witnessed. The women was recently divorced and has a douch bag for a boyfriend. the daughter is married, military wife w/the 3 year old, a 5 year old and a baby on the way. She moves to Illinoise next month and was just there helping mom. No one else. i don't know if that's because there was no one else or if pride made it that way. I gave her a hug-actually a few, she needed it and you can tell when someone just needs ....someone to care. A hug...weird but I could just tell. I told her to take it one day at a time. She's diabetic on a pump and works with domestic violence victims. She has to take it one step at a time or she will fold. Now is the time for her to work on her.....the house is out of her hands now and all I could feel was needing to get the negative ick off. There was alot of bad feeling there and I am so weird about that vibe. I did not tell her about the ick on me.......i'm not out of my head I did tell her though, that sometimes we feel like God has forgotten us-but he hasn't, he just works in mysterious ways. Me and steph were not supposed to be there. Tim couldn't and didn't want her there alone that's how that happened. I didn't tell her that either.She said she knew if it were anyone else, they would have been served and told to leave right that moment. That's it -everything not on that truck would have been lost to them. I said.......that was god looking out for you, the rest will come together in it's time. We all go through things, the nature of which is dependant on how much we can take.....but when we think we can't do another thing or take another breath....tomorrow comes.One day we wake up and stop and say -Wow and I'm still alive.

I pray only that she keeps her faith-with that I know for some reason she'll be good, one day happier than ever. Maybe that's why the tears didn't come-I've been through times I thought death would be kinder. I've witnessed people I care for go through things I don't know that I could handle.....but, out of darkness comes light and we're still alive! And my faith does not waiver........