So the whole story:
I'm a 25 year old female from the New Orleans area. My partner (I'm gay) of 5 years recently passed away suddenly in January. Due to MS laws and views on our partnership, not to mention her family, I had to be out of our house two weeks after her death.
My mother convinced me to come stay with her in Arizona. So with a battered, broken and grief stricken heart I did. Everything was fine, or at least I thought it was. I was settling in, looking for work. Even getting an idea about buy property out here in the future. I was making plans about my future and where I was going to go from there. I started to make plans to join the military.
Three days ago my mother comes to me and says it's not working out. I thought she was joking at first. But it's no joke. When I asked her why she said it was because she wanted to turn the room I was staying in into a pantry. Oh yes and move the fridge into there too, so she could have more room in the kitchen. I can NOT make this stuff up. She also dropped the bomb that she never wanted me anyway. And there's that whole gay thing as well. I'm also getting tired of the 'you just need to get other her' speech from my mother. We were together for five years. Even if it was six months I'm aloud to grieve! I will NOT JUST GET OVER IT!
So after me freaking out majorly I found that she had already booked my flight back to New Orleans. Since then she's also boxed up my stuff and shipped it back to my grandmother. My grandmother will not let me stay with her but has aloud me to have my stuff shipped there for safe keeping. Which is nice seeing as my partners ashes are in one of the boxes along with our pictures.
After calling everyone I know, even people I haven't spoken to in years the only person who can take me in is my father. And that is less than ideal. It's in a very rural area of MS (about hour and a half from New Orleans) and I'll be camping in his yard with less than modern facilities, like plumbing for a toilet. There's a hose and potable water at least. From the sounds of it I'll be living in an old army tent if I go there. He does have some transportation, though not very reliable.
But it seems it's either a tent or a New Orleans shelter. I really don't know what's worse at this point.
Honestly I don't know what the hell to do. Stress does not even begin to touch what I'm feeling these days. I have no home anymore. Her family and the state of Mississippi saw to that. My life is literally packed into 12 small boxes and two bags.
When I was homeless before it was for a couple of months in an abandoned house. This is on a little bit different scale. Besides I was just a kid when I went through that, I had no idea what the real world was like yet. Now I know, and to be honest it doesn't fill me with the warm and fuzzies.
I still want to join the military. And I say I want to but I don't know if they'll take me. I'm in shape and been studying for the ASVAB but that's no guarantee for anything. I plan to talk to the recruiter as soon as I get to New Orleans. I have found that I've become desperate for stability. If I don't get into the military I don't know what my fate will be. I don't even know if I can join the military if I don't have an address. I know from experience how hard it is to find jobs in southern MS and the New Orleans area of LA. Not to mention that housing is SOOOO freaking expensive there, and for no reason. Just to rent a horrible apt is an arm and a leg.
Btw I just wanted to share that I'm SICK and TIRED of the news talking about these wonderful job numbers. It's a bunch of BS. I'm in Bullhead City AZ until my flight and I can tell you jobs are bad here. I already know they are bad back in the N.O. area because I had just come from there. I WANT to work and I can't find a job.
Anyway, any advice that anyone can impart would be awesome.