O, my. I am sooo sorry! Are you new to this particular area? Have you found a decent paying job within the area, that will pay you well enough, and might your employer vouch for you? Is there a possibility of meeting with the woman's banker husband, or both, if you are turned down, and having a heart to heart? Sometimes small town bankers are more sympathetic. What are your Ficos, if you don't mind my asking. Just how rural and small is this place? Where are you living now? What social service organizations might there be in the area that might help you with housing? Do you have family in the area who might assure the potential landlord that if you run into trouble they will help?
As for your children, how many do you have? How old are they? I so appreciate your wanting better for them, but the funny thing about kids is that so long as they have what they need and YOU, especially when they're younger, they can survive just about anything. Besides, it's usually the hard times that build good, sound, character. Faith and hope are born of having suvived the hardtimes.
Don't become so down on yourself that you fail to remember, it's the people within the house that make it a home. Otherwise, it's just a house. Fill a shack with laughter and it can feel like a castle. Fill a castle with sorrow and it will feel like a dungeon, and I could go on and on about that.
Don't beat yourself up so badly. So long as you've done the best you can, then there has been nothing more you could do, and the only thing left to do is to keep on keeping on telling the same old stupid story, as you put it, and because that's just the way it is. You know where you've been. You know where you are. You know where you want to be. The only way to get there is to put one foot in front of the other and keep going.
As for your ficos, well, they're fixable. In time ... and if by one letter, one phone call, one dollar at a time.
Keep us posted, okay?
mercy -- who will be praying for you.