Here's a little story about life. My life, if you can call it that.

Life really starts when you move out of home...Right? I say that's when it ends! I moved out of home when i was 15 . I had a baby of my own and was pregant again. This is around the time i started my relationships with Realesate agents! Yes the bane of my existance. Since then i have been shuffeled from home to home. Went through two really sucky relationships had another two kids (Up to four 2 boys, 2 girls.) Then i meet the man of my dreams and life is looking brighter. He has a degree and looks like he will get a good job. But bad luck sticks and i passed it on. All my love could get was contract jobs and we decide to throw stupidity into the mix and get a loan for a car while we are still paying off other loans. You guessed it, his contract runs out and the realestate we are renting through puts the house we are in on the market. What do you do when you are strapped for cash in debt and have another kid on the way. You get vredit cards of course, how else can you afford to move into yet another rental property. ( 5 so far) So that's what we do. We get into more debt and move. Baby number five is born and the house we moved into is on the market for sale. We can't pay the rent, the loans and the credit cards along with the bills and the cost of four kids while unemployed and bankruptcy is looming and we aren't even 25 yet. Our fith child is born and spends some time in the nicu unit (Intensive care for babies) and my husbands sick grandmother passes away from cancer in the next ward. Never seeing her great grandchild.

Our six month lease ends and its a mad rush to find another place to live, we can't pay the bills and have the money to move so they go on unpaid and the creditors are starting in on the threats. My husband gets a new job. And i start loosing the plot. Deppresion one doctor says. Post trumatic stress another says and i won't even go into why that come about bar to say that some adults are really sick and do horrible things to children. So they put me on meds and things aren't really any better.

We find another place with a 12 month lease in a cosy suberb and settle in, my husband taking a lot of time off to look after me and our baby, who's been sick since birth and his dad who is slowly dying of a failing liver. Well he loses his job and on the same day we find out i'm pregnant with baby number six, the repo men start taking stuff away and i am falling to peices, doubting i can cope with yet another child. So instead of looking for more work my husband stays home to look after us, which piles on the guilt for me since i already blame myself for him loosing his job.

Baby number six come early on a 48 degree day while my husband is trying to fix the run down car we had to buy to get us around after the repo man took our new one. And there is intense weeks in the nicu unit while our tiny baby struggles to process his own blood.

Lo and behold while we struggle the home we are living in goes on the market and gets sold and the hassles starts again. Not knowing if you will have somewhere to live when the contract runs out, struggeling to get a look at in the market cause you have so many kids and no job. It's a nightmare i wouldn't wish on anyone, but at the last minute we are svaed. One realestate doewsn't do a credit check and since our rentle history was pretty good we got a place. A big white two story brand new home. Did i say WHITE! With six kids. By this stage we also have a few wander's living with us that i couldn't see on the street, so what was a few more people to look after.

So now there are ten of us in a two story white house, with three bedrooms two bathrooms and three toilets, but there was three living rooms so we turned them into bedrooms and ther you go. Then we end up with my husbands youngest sister living with us, then his other sister, then my neice and her two young boys. Now we have sixteen people in the house and it isn't staying white. Then my dad and his new wife looses my mums house and the my family steps in to take it over and there starts the war. I won't go into how badly that is turning out. Well while thats going on the rates are rising and the owners of the house we are staying in decides to sell. We are now down four adults and two kids, but my husbands brother has moved in, and there starts a hell of a lot more trouble.

Again the clock is looming and its getting closer to the time when we have to mov. My husband tries using our phones on the computer to get access to the net too look for a place and we get one around the corner, but only after a $1500 phone bill. My husband is back at uni doing a dip ed to become a maths physics teach for year 11-12 and his brother is harrassing me in ways that he shouldn't. We move into the new place and things just start going awol. My husband has to go to hospital to have his gall bladder removed cause it is so full it looks like a marble bag and has split and I am losing it and i start losing time and getting halucinations about killing myself. I don't know reality from life anymore and go really nuts for a while doing lots of stupid things that ends up getting me rapped. Well that does it for me and i try to off myself so they wack me in the psych ward. The next day my husband is in hospital again his gall bladder had rubbed his liver raw and an artery split. He nearly bleed to death. In the mean time his family and mine are trying to hide it from me cause they think i can't cope. None of them know why i tried to kill myself and i wasn't about to tell, all they new is that i was looney. So i am thinking he is just in getting patched up after a little internal leak. But they keep me in for weeks while he is getting better and to make sure the new drugs they have me on will work. They're great, i can't spend more than 15 minutes in the sun and i am always sleeping. As soon as my husband is released they send me home in his care, i am still really wanting to slit my own throat and am waiting for them to leave me alone when my husband takes another turn and is off in hospital again and i am left holding the bag. Druged up to the max here i am running around after kids and in and out of the hospital when i can't even see straight. Those that be think sending a house cleaner out once a week for an hour will help. Ha!

So i am kept busy and forget about killing myself, i am too drugged to care when the realestate shows up, Two months after we moved in and puts the house on the market. Well ther is no way i can cope with strangers in my house and the owner wants to sell so we come to an agreement that as soon as we find a place we can move.

Friend of the family sees our prediciment and has a house on the rentle market so she says move in, the rent is cheaper. So we hand in our notice to vacate for one weeks time. Pity she didn't tell her husband, he had already put someone in there house.

So one week to move no where to go and no money to move cause she was going to let us in on two weeks rent. Luckily another friend has a converted shed into three bedroon and we move in there but can only stay two months. and its christmas.

The market is hell and we apply for 130 houses in two weeks and get rejected for them all. We are unemployed while my husband finishes his degree. At each house ther is up to 100 people looking at it and some of them are out the front trying to auction off the price of the rent and this piddley little three bedrooms are going for $380 a week. Way out of our league and we are in trouble. We have to move and have no where to go, so we buy a tent off a friend and move into my sisters back yard. Winter hits and its the coldest one in ten years. (Of course) But there is good news there is a place that gives home loans to people on pensions and our bankruptcy is cleared. So we find a block pick our house and in the mean time my husband gets a job at a local school with really good pay. Cool we think we will be set, a job and our own home that no one can tell us to move out of! Ha! Well we failed to get final approval, why? Becuase my husband started work, and it was contract.

Another dream shattered and i start to wonder if the medication is enough to keep me going. We sit for a few months despondant and not knowing what to do. The rental market is only getting worse and even though only three of our six kids are living at home, why would they take us when they can take a couple that both work with no kids.

It took a friend ringing a friend in the local goverment to get us a house and that was a nightmare. We had to get a loan from a loan shark to cover bond and rent just to move in but it was worth it. We were sick of being cold and the wind flapping the tent around so much that it would knock the tv over. Our two youngest had been sick since we moved in with chest colds and so had i. So we took the loan and moved.

Five weeks in and its our tenth wedding aniversary. We are to broke to go anywhere so stay home and have a party. A few of our guests say how loveley the place is with all the trees and such a big yard, which is rare these days. My brother comments "I wonder why they have subdeveloped this place, you could get five town houses on this block. I wonder the same and get a sinking feeling. I love this place, i love the trees and even though its little its just around the corner from my husbands work, and its cosey, it just feels right.

The next day the realestat shows and say that they are bringing subdevelopers to have a look at the block. But we will be fine while we have the lease. LOL

Life is a cruel joke people, money is the root of all evil and realestates are the devils minions. If you don't beleive it re read this story. Ten and a half month we are going to have to move yet again, what do you think our chances are?