When I was younger, before I got married, I lived in many apartment buildings. It seemed like something would come up and I would move. I was never evicted or anything like that. Back then, I had those type of landlords who would want to give me free rent for sex. Not for me........I was not a prude or anything like that but was not doing that. Some of those men were well known in our city. Had big real estate businesses and many apartment buildings. Wonder how many women took them up on that? Free rent was a big thing for a poor single mother. If I had trouble with rent my parents would always help me out.
After I was married, I only lived in two different apartments. That was in between husbands. Those apartments showed my maturity since I was now alone (my child grew up and was on his own). Since I was employed I had really nice apartments. The mistake I made was meeting someone and then moving in with him and then getting married. In the beginning, relationships are mainly hot romance. You can't get enough of each other. Somewhere along the line I would end up not being happy. I could live with it for awhile but it wasn't forever.
My first husband broke up with me for a topless dancer. She was "our" friend. Then she could not dance any longer and had to be on welfare. I admit that she was pretty but a cold type of woman. She used men and women for doing things for her or buying her expensive things. My 2nd husband was an alcoholic and I didn't really drink much by that time. By the time I left him, I did not drink at all. I did not like to even be around people drinking. Still don't. My 3rd and final husband was really a good guy. I was crazy in love with him. What broke us up was debt, differences in what to spend our money on and living without conveniences or a decent home. My knees had started getting really painful and I was using a cane. My life was going downhill fast and the only way I could stop it was to leave him. He did not want to change anything about the debt and every time I brought it up he would storm out.
Living here in a senior housing apartment building sounds horrible to some. Even some people who live here hate it and complain about it constantly. My answer is if you feel that way, change it. Find another alternative. For me it was and is the answer. As a single woman I feel safe here. Not owning a car has given me that extra bit of money to pay off the debt I brought with me (everything that was in my name). If I encounter a problem I research it and see if there is a way to overcome it. I see the complainers and whiners as people who stay that way. They become grumpy, grouchy people that others don't want to be friends with. Being positive and looking forward to each day results in a happier life. Even if you have problems that are hard to deal with.