Enter my friend.
She heard I was staying out there and showed up. Said she needed a place to stay for a few days, but didn't tell me why. All I knew is that her husband was just sent to jail on drug charges. I had no idea there was a warrant out for her. Now, living at this trailer, was my guy, me, my daughter, the friend who owned it, and my friend, who promptly sunk her claws into the trailer owner, and they became an item. They fought almost as much as me and my guy fought. A real circus for sure.
Lots of folks came & went, the place had it's regulars. I befriended them all. The most surreal experience of my life.
One odd memory, just out of the blue: soaking in a hot bath for like an hour, my head halfway under water to block out all the noise, just relaxing. Getting out, wrapping up in a towel, walking out into the living room only to be greeted by about 10 people, just sitting around on the couches. I stood there. Somebody laughed and said, "have a good bath, Amy?" I got mad & went into our room. My guy followed me back there and asked what my problem was, I said I had no idea all these people were here, and he said what do you expect? That's the way it is around here....
I eventually got used to it. I was drinking every day now. I'd get up early, drive my daughter to school which was about an hour away, drive back, get drunk, set alarm in case I dozed off, drove back & picked her up, and back to the trailer again. This went on for about 3 months, till school ended.
When my little car was sold years later, it had over 300,000 miles on it. People would ask how on earth was that possible. It wasn't worth explaining. That little car was also driven to Vegas & back, and to Louisiana several times. It got great gas mileage and never broke down. It was a '98 Chevy Metro, the most humble of vehicles but also the best car I've ever owned.