I'm seriously coming to you guys for advice because I don't know who else to talk to about this. These are serious issues that I can't bring up at work or ask my friends. I don't have any close family to talk to other than my mom who's involved in this situation.
This is a long post and if you're gonna read it all, scroll to the big reveal.
TL;DR: Got evicted from my place & currently staying with my nagging bitch of a mother who won't shut the fuck up about me moving out as soon as possible (even though it's next to impossible to find an apartment) so her boyfriend can move in, but I know the reason why he NEEDS to move in with her and she doesn't know that I know (yet).
I've been going through an eviction and appeal since April, 2023. The appeal is still ongoing but I was evicted from my apartment due to my lawyer fucking up my case & promising the landlord that I would pay a certain amount of money by a time frame that I told my lawyer that I couldn't do, because I knew the money transfer into my bank account would take longer than 5 business days. In the end my lawyer made a deal with my landlord behind my back. My appeal is still open but I was evicted from my apartment January 29th - 2 days before I was scheduled to move. I put a deposit down for the movers & got a storage locker for my stuff a week before the 31st. I lost the deposit from the movers ($150).
My mom let me move in with her for 3 months while I save up for a new place. She's not asking for any rent, but wants me to help out around the house.
The past month now, she's getting really bitchy. Nagging me about when I'm finally gonna leave so she can "live her life in her own space." Ok, fine, I get it. But she gave me 3 months and I told her that I was gonna need all 3 months to save up because rents have gone up a lot in my area and a lot of places are requiring double/next to double security deposits which is shocking to me, because I haven't looked for a new apartment for almost 6 years, and rents have almost doubled in 6 years too.
I'm the only child and never had the best relationship with my mom. We both have been through a ton of emotional drama in our lives and we're both at our wits end. My real father died when I was a baby and my mom raised me while sleeping around with other guys for a couple of years until she landed on a mine - a Vietnam Vet who was exposed to Agent Orange with a severe drinking problem and a hair-trigger temper. To make this part quick, there was a TON of physical, emotional and psychological abuse from him and my mom growing up. I'm seriously surprised that we're still alive or that I'm not in prison for killing him or my mom.
Thank God that asshole died in 2019 because he wouldn't have lasted through the scamdemic with all health problems.
About 3 months after he died, my mom started dating a new guy. I don't know how they met, but I instantly didn't like him when I first met him. I couldn't put my finger on it, something just seemed off about him.
My mom started spending a lot of time with him - taking weekend trips and having his family over for Thanksgiving and Christmas that year, where I found out he has 4 adult kids. Only one came with him - the legit mentality ill lady about 5 years younger than me, who has 4 kids of her own, which were all with their different dads - That's when I knew something was really wrong.
In early 2020 I asked my mom about the whole situation and told her I didn't fee comfortable around her boyfriend and his family. She got upset and we got into a huge argument. I stopped all contact with her just before covid hit in March, 2020 and went about my life. Things were good for while, I got a better job and casually dated a few chicks after the lockdowns were lifted. Nothing serious, it seems like serious relationships don't exist in the dating world anymore.
Fast forward to last December and my mom and I started talking again. I was lonely during the holidays because my 3rd GF broke up with me, and my mom said her boyfriend moved to a different state for work. I told her about my eviction appeal and she felt bad and said if anything happens that I could stay with her for a while until I get back on my feet.
By January I knew I was gonna need her help because my landlord's secretary called me about the deal my lawyer did with the landlord.
Fast forward to now & I'm staying with my mom. And she's getting really snappy with me. I work part-time because I'm disabled and get SSDI money every month. I'm a homebody and rarely go out because I'm in my 40s. My mom doesn't like it and calls me lazy and puts me down.
Yesterday we got into a huge fight. She keeps repeating herself when she argues.
I told her that I won't talk to her unless she talks to me like a sane person without an attitude.
She finally broke down and told me that she's gonna have her boyfriend move in soon because his job in another state is almost over and he's gonna need a place to live while he looks for work here.
I lost my shit. Started screaming that she's choosing her boyfriend over her own child like she did all the time with her abusive Nam Vet husband while I was growing up. She hasn't fucking changed.
I told her that I never had a mother growing up and that's all I wanted.
She snapped back and threatened to call the cops on me for raising my voice in her home and she'll tell them that I'm not welcomed there anymore - It's happened to me when I was a teen.
Then I asked her why couldn't her boyfriend get his own apartment? If he's coming home from a completed job in another state, then he should have plenty of money to find an apartment - Why do I have to move just so he can move in? Plus he has 4 kids - Why can't he stay with them if he needs to get back on his feet.
Then I asked her if he was in jail and she did one of those little nervous "No" chuckles and that's when I knew THAT was it.
THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SPICY!!!I did some digging around in the basement and found an old empty prescription pill bottle that had her boyfriend's name on it, so I looked up his name in our state's jail and prison records and....
THE MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT IS IN PRISON FOR POSSESSION OF 8 COUNTS OF CHILD PORN. NOT ONLY THAT, HIS CASE DELAYED A HUGE FUCKING NATIONALLY KNOWN TRIAL BECAUSE HE HAD THE SAME JUDGE!
I couldn't fucking believe it.
Now, my mom doesn't know that I know about all this, but NOW I'm REALLY fucking furious and scared for her well-being if she actually lets this piece of fuckin shit pedo into her house.
What the actual fuck do I say?
How do go about approaching this without my mom flipping out on me and calling the cops because I know the truth?
What about my dumbfuck lawyer? Do I have grounds to sue him for doing a deal with my landlord behind my back and forcing me to take the deal to lighten his workload?
I'm going through so much emotional turmoil.
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anon 0 points 1 month ago
First of all, revealing one's weaknesses or disability is sign of wanting to guilt shame others, it gives the impression of looking for sympathy, it's a weakness that many have....NEVER SHOW WEAKNESS, THE WEAK ARE NATURALLY PREYED UPON, ALWAYS LOOK STRONG AND IN CONTROL, NEVER LET ANYONE SEE YOU AS ANYTHING BUT STRONG...you're not the only one with problems, everyone has a problem(s) unique to their station in life, you either overcome or succumb, nobody can help you other than you...spend 2 minutes of introspection and discover your strengths and capitalize on them...if it takes more than 2 minutes to realize your strengths and attributes then you've never pushed yourself to be strong...seems to me that you've followed the crowd all your life and really never attempted to make things happen, instead you always waited for things to happen...a pity party is gathering of losers who have no direction, get off that path...as a kid I had to live with the aspect of life where "nobody in Russia smiles" life was hell and my father made it that way and was paying room and board at 16years of age ($14.00 per month), my father was a fucking brute, he even broke my nose once at the age of 12 but what I learned from him was that the weak do not survive, not just physically but mentally too...I remember sleeping in my 1964 Merc half ton in mid winter, I was 16years old, I had a quarter tank of gas, a $2.00 bill in my pocket and the mental burden of being locked out of the house, as I'm crunched up on the seat of my truck all I could think of was the comfort of my bed...and I couldn't cry...I had to prove to my old man that I could do it without him...I never looked back...I stayed in school and worked part time in a tire shop and made a decent buck and it was hard work but I didn't give up...self pity is self destructive, toughen up and look for a decent paying job that involves the hard work that most people today won't do....by the way, one guy in the tire shop that I worked with was born with thalidomide defects, right arm shorter than his left and he had only a thumb and a small finger on that hand and on top of that he had a leg brace to prevent his leg collapsing backwards...that guy was as good a worker as any of us no matter what size the tire, wheelbarrow or payloader tire, he did them all, even when he tore a ligament in his bad shoulder he wouldn't quit...and he was still able to laugh at a good joke...he never gave up and never complained....GET OFF YOUR PITY CUSHION AND JUST DO IT...OR CRUMBLE.