It was 2010. I was twenty with a two-year-old daughter and a six-month-old son. I was working full time, while my fiancé was in and out of work. Every month we struggled to make the bills. One night around 9 p.m., the landlord stopped by, and I paid him half the rent. We agreed that I would pay the rest by the end of the month.
But a few days later, I arrived home to find an eviction notice taped to my door. (more…)