Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:OP, where do you live that you can't find a 1 BR under $1200? I live in DC and have never paid even close to that for a 1 BR-- and this was in Capitol Hill. If you're in the city, look into English basements, and go directly through owners rather than a rental company. The prices are much more reasonable.
ITA-- and I would add that if you find something inexpensive/ English basement 1 bed in a safer neighborhood like Capitol Hill, you can send your child to school at 3 yrs old next year (DC has free preschool programs). Maybe you should stay put and look into moving next year, late summer.
OP again.
This is the plan right now. I moved home this past spring, and the original plan was 6mo living with my parents (which we hit this month). Now, the plan is 12-15mo. I've been keeping an eye on craigslist for English basements (which really, with a loud preschooler is a better plan than an apt complex, I'd hate to be
that neighbor, kwim?) The only problem is again, I can only afford rent if I get child support. I've been divorced for 2 years. I've gotten child support for 9 of those months, 6 of which were only because he was given the choice of paying or immediate jail time (side note: don't ever piss off the child support enforcement lawyers in TX, they don't screw around

). I really, really, really don't want to be relying on the ex for my housing. BTDT, it's one of the many reasons I'm now divorced.
And my family loves having us here. The last 2yrs, living 1500mi away were very hard, on me and on my parents. We've worked really hard to establish good boundaries and adult relationships, and it IS so nice to have other grownups around for when DS is being a pill (or I need to pee alone). I just had a conversation the other night with them about how long to stay and they don't want us to go yet. Any issues we have are pretty small, I'm lucky. I just feel like a loser, living at home at 27 with a kid. I'd like to date eventually. I want to walk naked from my bathroom to my bedroom without worrying about running into my dad. I want to occasionally have frozen pizza and beer for dinner without comments from my mom. I want to have friends over for dinner without having to ask permission. Small things, nothing huge, but still. I was on my own from 18 until this spring. It's an adjustment.
Thank you again for the kind words. I don't know any other single parents, my close friends don't have kids (aren't even married), the parents I know through daycare are all married and stable. The encouragement helps when I'm looking up at yet another fucking mountain I've got to climb.