She begged us to get a place with her, and she promised to cover half the rent. But at the last minute, when we had to be out of the place we were living, she backed out and we nearly ended up on the streets.
Dang. I confused you for sentient-zombie and thought this was a hilarious case of a mooch whining that someone was not letting them mooch. But no, this is just a sad case of douchebag uncles. I know the feel. My uncles have yet to fuck me over directly but I did enjoy one fantabulous new year's eve as a child with my beaten up, ball tripping uncle curled up in the fetal position on the sofa in the middle of our attempt at a party.
Could you ask your more trustworthy family i.e. parents for the sixty for now? Sucks balls but, yeah.