I decided to play the lottery and win a $250,000 jackpot.
But that wasn’t the end of the journey.
When I was 16, I found myself in a situation where I needed to buy a home.
I didn’t know what to do with my cash.
My parents and I were broke, but we could afford a home so I thought we would buy it.
After a couple of months, the property price dropped, so I had no choice but to buy it again.
This time, I had more money than I ever had before.
A few weeks after buying the home, I was in a relationship with a man.
He told me he loved me, but I was worried.
I had some problems with my parents.
I was always a little down.
We ended up sleeping together, but that night I told him I needed a break.
So I went to the lottery office.
They said I was not eligible to win the jackpot, but it was OK.
I paid the fee and I was awarded $25,000.
The next morning, I woke up and went to my parents’ house.
It was just me and him.
He asked if I had won the jackhammer, and I told them that I did.
He said he was glad I did because he had lost all his money.
He didn’t want me to worry about it.
So he didn’t ask me if I won.
For the next four years, I slept in my parents’, bed, and my brother’s room.
During those years, my parents would sometimes wake up at 6am and ask me why I wasn’t sleeping.
That was when I began to question whether I should really be sleeping with someone.
At that point, I started questioning why I needed another man to share my bed with.
There were other things that made me question my decision.
My brother’s girlfriend was pregnant with their first child.
And I was struggling to balance my job as a receptionist at a small company, earning a living at $30 an hour.
In one day, I earned $12,000 for a year, and then my parents asked if there was anything else I could do.
Instead of going to the police, I decided I would find another job.