I was 27 years old and a few months out from a bad breakup. I found out my long time girlfriend was cheating on me when she became pregnant and I knew it wasn’t mine. She tried to insist despite hardly touching me in the months prior and I finally got her to agree to a paternity test.
It left me depressed for a while. My job wasn’t great. I had always wanted a family. So I restarted on my own with my two cats in an apartment I could just afford on my own.
I returned from work one day to a Uhaul poorly parked outside. As I walked past, there was a girl maybe a few years younger than me softly crying on bumper. Frankly, I wouldn’t believe it if it hadn’t happened to me. But I had to ask what was wrong.
“I told them I needed a downstairs apartment. When I came to pick up my key, they told me that they had to change me to a townhouse apartment. When I got here, I find out not only is it upstairs, but it’s two floors and there’s this little staircase. How am I supposed to get my stuff in?!”