It’s been a wild ride!

*May 2026 Jessica Davis*

Below is the not so short version of the ridiculous shit show I’ve starred in for the last several years. I wrote it in Dec 2025, and the time since  has proved to have even more unbelievable bullshit that landed me & my youngest in Sumter, SC, not knowing a soul- essentially homeless and jobless- good times!🥴

But if I’ve learned anything, it’s to roll with the punches! Life can be such a bitch, but so can I😉

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What had happen was…

*Dec 2025 Jessica Davis*

Hey y'allf! I'm a Texas native that landed in Fayetteville, NC in 2011- a military spouse, two small kiddos, & an ornery yorkie from Alaska, Kokanee.

After a military move from Colorado to Alaska, & Alaska to North Carolina, I ended up working remotely for an ecommerce platform that exclusively served Veterans, Service Members and their families. TroopSwap Inc. is now ID.me, an online digital identity network. The new company structure didn't support remote positions & shortly after closing on our house, I found myself without income.

Having just closed, I was reminded of my long time interest in real estate as a career, & I started real estate school the week after my position dissolved. I got my NC Provisional Broker license in July 2015.

Being a new real estate agent was hard! Over the years, I worked for a couple different brokerages, but kept feeling like the typical setup  wasn't a good fit for me. I eventually established myself as the Broker in Charge of my own brokerage, Jaico Realty. I put in the time & money to be successful. And I loved it!! And lucky for me, I had the constant turnover of one of the biggest US military installations in the world! And that seemed viable for the duration...

I never even considered some hell called COVID would disrupt everything as we knew it. In March 2020, there was a stop movement ordered for the military. That essentially was also a stop movement on my income & security. I was fucked.

Along with that, the market changed dramatically. I took my fiduciary duty to my clients very seriously, and they trusted me. I was no longer able to do well financially by advising my clients the way I did before. The market was shit- and I wouldn't tell them it wasn't. That's just who I am as a person.

With all the changes in the market, there was just as much uncertainty. “Competitiveness” led to outright shady shit. Couldn't trust anyone- no matter their position or company they worked for. I hated it. And I was going broke & quickly diving deep into debt- all the while experiencing major issues at home on every level, & before long, every bit of it fell apart.

Over the next four years, I’d experience the most heart wrenching unexpected loss, confusion, & loneliness & hopelessness than I had my entire life.

In this order: (stated in a very watered down version) my teenage terrorist was giving me HELL & I almost lost her. My mom died. My home life completely fell apart discovering years of lies & betrayal. 

I barely made it thru the deepest sorrow as my only companion (my Kiya B, the big fur baby that wasn’t supposed to be mine) suddenly died after not eating one Sunday evening, despite me taking her to the vet the next day.

I went under an 18 wheeler trailer in my beloved Camaro on the way to work one morning.

Suddenly, I no longer had anyone in my immediate circle I could trust- and everything I thought I knew was a mother fucking lie. My daily constant companionship was instantly replaced with silence, deafening silence. 

I was constantly harassed by the greedy ass “father” of my girls. (we’ll call him “Courtney” since he’s always taking my ass to court.) He stopped talking to his own kids (my girls) four years ago & is convinced I still make the money I used to- even after getting the best divorce deal ever- he still kept taking me to court! I didn’t ask for spousal support, & I (unintelligently) settled with him paying half of the state minimum in child support (even though he was in the military & had a recurring paycheck, unlike me) just to get him to stop. And when my entire life & income went to shit,  he had two arrest orders taken out on me for civil contempt, instead of helping me provide for our kids. Mind you, this was some shit I was incapable of doing, but couldn’t afford an attorney. (Oh, and having me arrested, would’ve left my youngest daughter home alone at 14- literally no one in that Cumberland County, NC courtroom but me, gave a fuck.)

At times, I was barely fucking breathing. I also found out about a thyroid issue, and had been physically deficient that entire time, so yeah, a complete fucking wreck.

But- I have two kids. And bills still have to be paid- even if late, partial, or bordering homelessness.

Because I've experienced thriving in a position I loved, I know I have to have a genuine interest in order to be successful in anything.

Otherwise, that ADHD takes over, & my mind will focus on the other 456 things I need to get done- while not completing any. That is, also who I am as a person. You can probably tell by reading this…

I've been barely treading water since the beginning of the end. I’ve been driving my old hauler pick up as a daily with no ac for three years & had no ac at home for two of those, working my ass off going to school full time & painting houses for a contractor I know (that I happen to run into while doing a different contract job.) 

Interesting enough, my lying ass ex (that bailed when the money ran out) felt bad enough to throw me some crumbs every now & then to keep the lights on- but let’s be for real- his failed attempts to get something out of it… 

Speaking of that sorry ass mf- we became close in 2017, back before all the bullshit, & we really did have a blast! Our best times were when we were riding Harleys.

And after everything went to shit, I was desperately trying to grab onto the few things I still had interest in, and riding was one of the biggest.

In June 2024, I had just sold a 1991 Holiday Rambler that I partially gutted & made pretty badass with YouTube & very little resources. And complete stranger (turned friend) made it possible for me to get my 2000 Jan Van Fatty. 

That bitch is an absolute show stopper!! No one, not even me, knew the significance it would have in my life. 

Suddenly, there were moments of quietness- times when I didn't hear the constant chaos, the only thing I had heard for a solid three years. And that, my friend, is mother fucking priceless.

So here I am- while in the auto tech program at FTCC full time, I'm diving into what gives me those precious moments of peace, hoping I can get it to last a lifetime…Oh, also need to pay these unrelenting bills. And not be homeless.

So I'll proudly display my shining Jan Van Fatty at bike events & may offer to shine yours up too- ya know, in case you need it the way I do, or even if ya just want your bike looking badass- I got you!

Fueled by the peace of loud pipes,

Jess

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