Asklemmy

Warning: This story is kinda hard to read as it details one of the shittiest moments of my life that ended up being the catalyst for years more of a shitty life. I have gotten back on my feet since but that wasn't until almost a decade after the fact.

My home life was falling apart around that time and eventually hit the point where we knew we were going to be homeless.

I asked his parents first if it would be ok if I stayed with them while I finished highschool and tried to get on my feet and they said it would be fine. I asked his parents first so he wouldn't have to be put in a position of having to tell me that I couldn't stay with them.

I then asked him if he was ok with it and he said that it would be cool and he just had to check with his parents. I told him I had already asked them and told him why I asked them first. He seemed surprised but understanding.

When the day finally came a couple weeks later I called them up and no one answered.

I walked to their house and no one was there.

I eventually left them a message on their answering machine saying that I tried to come by but no one was home and that I'd greatly appreciate a call back as today was the day we had discussed.

I walked to the library to hang out there that afternoon. And to sleep on the bench behind their building that night.

I couch surfed for a couple weeks with acquaintances and was reaching out to other people I knew hoping someone would let me stay with them for awhile and no one would or could.

Eventually he called me and I knew I was on speaker phone and he accused me of stealing from them. I told him that I'd never steel from them as the were more family to me than my actual relatives. He didn't listen and said that that's why they hadn't reached out as they were trying to figure out everything that I had stolen. His parents then said that they were disappointed in me and that they never wanted to see me again.

I ended up being homeless for 8 years after that as no one I knew could or would help me. Not even my relatives would help me.

He was my best friend for 3 years, and his lie made my life that much harder for almost a decade.

Edit: To clarify a point, I asked his parents first because if they said no I wasn't going to ask him and put him in that position of having the guilt of having to tell me that I couldn't stay with them. Also in the conversation with his parents I had told them that I had already asked my relatives if I could stay with them while I tried to get on my feet and they had already turned me down. My grandma even said, "God has a plan for everyone, and sometimes that plan can be hard to deal with for a time."