A drink going down the wrong pipe part 1

I want to start with the beginning of the marriage. I don't remember most of if right now but I can remember some key points that I will talk about later. I want to start with the days after the wedding.

Well things were weird only because we really didn't have a place to live. Aaron was always in a rush to find a place to live that was not in his parents house. He was very persistent so much so that he wanted to move me and 2 kids into the worst ever neighborhood with the nastiest houses ever. One house he didn't even show me because he said the smell was so bad that it was unbearable. The other house was in the same neighborhood, as the one mentioned before, and that wasn't a good selling point.
Upon walking in the house there was a smell of something rotten. And as the person shows us the house, we find that there is someone living in the house. To cover this up, the person states that the person living here is only living here because they are doing the repairs on the house. So a 3 bedroom one bathroom house, in which the bathroom was in the back of the house behind the kitchen was a very real problem for me.

The 3rd house was in a middle neighborhood, meaning that is was in the middle of a good and a bad neighborhood. How that happens is a mystery to me, but it happens. So this house was a 4 bedroom, 2 and a half bath house. It was great, owned by white people, no offense intended. I like the house but it brought many problems to the marriage. The house failed on us. It caused more problems that we could handle. The bills started to skyrocket because of the failing foundation of the house. The house was caving in and the landlord didn't have enough money to fix it although she tried to fix the worst parts.

Things seemed to be getting worse and so we had to abandon ship and lost a lot of money and minds doing so.

Part 2 will be about roomates