first time home owners

we finallllly did it! after over 2 years of living with my boyfriends parents & a year of saving up and searching we finally found our home. we had a lot of expectations about moving out & being on our own for the first time because we dealt with a lot of abusive & toxic behavior while living with my in laws. my bf’s dad is an alcoholic who doesn’t work & just sits on his ass and waits for someone to come home to pick a fight with them, his mother is a huge enabler who has a drinking issue of her own, his youngest brother has a drug & alcohol problem and he’s only 18 (and has a 5 month old baby), and his other brother just uses his parents & drops his dog off everyday (even though there was already 5 large dogs that live in the house). it was a constant shit show, not to mention all the other random people that stayed there quite frequently that just added to the continuous drama (like my bfs grandpa would stay there & bring home a hooker & snort coke all the time). it felt like a frat house on a daily basis. towards the end of our time there things got worse, to the point where i was calling the police on my bf’s dad regularly because he kept getting more and more physical with everyone in the house even me some times. and on top of that my bf’s grandma passed away because a drug overdose & that send his mother off the rails. she was spending all her money on alcohol & cigarettes while asking each of her three children for $250 for the “electric bill” & all three of them gave it to her (while my bf was paying her phone bill, the cable bill, and giving her cash every month whenever she asked for if) honestly if i told the whole story from start to end about everything they’ve done it would take days. that house really broke me. there were so many times i wanted to take my half of the savings and walk away for good but i knew my boyfriend was different from his family and i felt like he was worth it. and i was right because he is the hardest working, most loyal, kindest man i have ever met. he hardly drinks (i’ve seen him drunk twice in 3 years), he doesn’t do drugs, he takes care of me, he is responsible. he’s literally the exact opposite of EVERYONE in his family. now we’ve been in our house a little of a month now & all i know is i’m blessed. blessed to have my man, blessed to have a beautiful 4 bed, 2 bath home, blessed to have survived a toxic household without turning to drugs/alcohol. even in the middle of a world pandemic and not working rn i’m blessed.

i’m posting this to maybe help if one of y’all are living in a tough situation. it is possible to get out. no matter how stuck you think you are, keep working & you’ll find your way.