I’m not sure where to begin, every time I sit down to write it I get overwhelmed with emotions. It is about how a father who is trying to use his money and power to ruin his son’s life in any way he can. He has stated to anyone who will listen that I’m a failure and I will never amount to anything. My stepmother was someone that I thought believed in me.

I have not been in contact with the majority of my family for many years, I could only take so much of the constant reminders of how ‘i was going to hell for being gay’. The only people from my family that I had contact with was my Stepmother and sometimes my father.  My father has done well for himself through the years financially, but I never look at him as a father or a dad.

Four years ago, I had to have hip surgery, by the time the day came for me to have my surgery, I was informed that I would have to have a double hip replacement. I was only the second person to have this  type of surgery. For the year prior to my surgery, I was bone on bone I could hardly walk.  Since, I was in such severe pain it made it hard for me to work, but every day I would push through the pain and do what I could. I remember there were days that I cried all the way home because the pain was so bad.

 

I have own my townhouse for almost 35 years now, it is Home. My mortgage was with Wells Fargo bank. When my medical issues turn for the worse I always kept in contact with Wells Fargo informing of my severe medical issues and asked if they would work with me on my mortgage payments. Every real-estate agent I talked to said if I have Equity they would try to take my home from me, and they were so right. Come to find out legally they should of worked with me.

When I was in the hospital that when Wells Fargo wanted to take my home. My father and stepmother were aware of my situation. When my stepmother came to the hospital to visit me, she informed me that my father wanted to step in and pay my past due mortgage payments for me. Let it be known that I never asked my father to help me. When it came to the day that the payments was needed to paid to the bank to save my house, my father had changed his mind and that he would only pay it  if I signed over my house to him. I refused I knew he would hurt me if I did. My stepmom stepped in and asked me if I would deal with her, I always felt that she believed in me and she wouldn’t hurt me so I did. I was to make monthly payment to her which consisted of my Association fees  monthly mortgage and insurance’s plus an extra payment $350.00 of interest to her per month (I knew who who came up with that). The agreement with my stepmother and only her. It stated if I was every late two payments in a row she would have the right to quick claim my house. I had two years to get back on track and re-build my credit in a good place so I could pay them back. At this point I agreed to signed. When Covid-19 hit I was still making my monthly payments to my stepmother I was never late. I live in Southern California and that is where things were getting hit more then other places. At this point my stepmother informed me that I could stop paying my monthly interest payment of $350.00, but this would stay between us. This was a big help. Unfortunately, my father found out and he showed his true colors. He pulled everything away from her and said I had to deal with him. He informed me that I had to pay all the back interest. My Aggreement was with her  not him so I kept dealing only with her. In the middle of this nightmare I had a massive heart attack The next thing I knew he quick claim my house and my father tried to have me evicted from my home and thrown to the street during peak of Covid -19.

They have locked me out of my home and I’m leaving on the streets for the last month. They put it up for sell and if I don’t raise money for a attorney I will loose my whole world.

 

I’m reaching and praying for any assistance that you or someone you may know that can help. I don’t want to lose my home. I would deeply appreciate any financial assistance who could do. I’m trying to stay strong, but some days I don’t do well. Thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read my story.

God bless

Scooter