Hey everybody. I just turned 18 in May and moved out of my foster/adoptive parents house to move in with my biological sister. I haven’t lived with anybody for more than five years since I hopped from foster home to grandparent to parent etc. It’s very complicated.

I moved out in June because of a lot of stuff. Nail in the coffin was that my adoptive parents had to take in their granddaughter and because of how serious the situation was, we were stalked and threatened by mail. This really stressed my adoptive parents out and they became aggressive to me and my younger brothers. Only physical twice to my youngest brother, but I was too scared to report it because they both had very important, social jobs and I didn’t want to ruin our chance of being adopted.

After a guidance counselor at my school told me to get out as soon as possible, I got into contact with my biological sister who I knew when I was younger. I lived with her for about a year before she gave me back to my parents because of the stress with her pregnancy.

Anyways, four or five years ago my adoptive mother let me get a kitten which was supposed to help with PTSD and STPD from my past living situation. My therapist told my family that having a therapy animal would help me ease into my new life. He never got papers so I always regarded him as an emotional support animal.

I went my whole highschool years with him being my only friend. I some had online friends but because of my STPD it was hard for me to socialize. My cat was raised by me and me solely. He was and still is my only and best friend. I jumped through a lot of hoops to keep him and losing him was my worst nightmare.

When I moved down here I had a job lined up, but they would not have me come in until the next training class. (Basically, they wait until they have 10 new hires and then we do training classes for a week.)

At this time my biological father was sending my sister 30 dollars a week or so for my food and for my cat. Sadly I didn’t see a lot of the money. My cat would go hungry and we had no clean litter for him for a month.

I found out that we weren’t supposed to have pets. The first time landlords checked the house they could not tell my cat was here. Now they can tell because of the litter smell. What really sucks is that I finally have my job and money to take care of me and the cat but my sister insists he go. She doesn’t even feel sorry for using my cats money or never driving me to get cat litter.

What also sucks is that she has two cats as well who are not going to leave. She’s using my cat as a scapegoat for her cat, Hunter, peeing on her sons bed. (By the way I live in the garage, not the house. We both know Hunter did it but she said she’s gonna take care of it and we have to blame it on one cat not to get evicted.)

On top of this, I now have to get rid of fleas my cat got from hers, which they don’t care to get rid of because “it’s a waste of money.”

Right now I’m heartbroken. I just turned 18 and have no job experience. I’m more alone in my life than ever because I need to rely and provide for myself. I work 58 hours a week at a labor intensive factory, when I get home I’ll have no kitty to cuddle with. I feel like I’ve lost a best friend. I’m just saving up for a car so I can go to college but I’m just imagining myself stuck here forever. I have no friends and no time for them. No place to meet others. I feel very discouraged right now. Overworked and nobody to greet me when I get home after a long day.