I don’t know where to even begin. Here goes.. I am a 34 year old single mother of 2. My daughter is 16 and my son 11. I was born to drug addicted parents. Though they did they’re best with what they had and what they knew, I was subjected to mental, emotional, sexual and physical violence throughout my childhood and youth into adulthood. I left home at the age of 15 and moved in with a 31 year old man who also abused me and assisted me in my own drug addiction which had begun at around the age of 12. There is too much to explain in regards to those years of my life in such a short story, though with enough time and a good ear I am an open book. Fast forward to October 15th 2020. I got phone call that would forever change my life yet again. My 60 year mother had been found murdered in a local drug house. One last stab in the heart…turns out she went there by herself looking to collect a $140 debt. The individuals did not have the money but offered her drugs instead. They purposely gave her too much I’m hopes to get her unconscious so that they could go into her purse, take her bank cards (which had no money on them anyways) and steal her keys to her vehicle so that they could gain access to a small box of stolen scrap jewelry that she had in the glove box of her vehicle, to go sell for drugs..well she woke up and caught them in her purse and realized what was going on. A fight started, the 49 year old woman and her 29 year old nephew beat my mother to death in a small bathroom under a staircase. They then moved her lifeless body to the couch where they attempted to clean her up and stage an overdose by injecting her with more drugs and then shooting narcan (an reversal drug administrated through the nose to stop overdose) into her nose. They then took her belongings, keys, called 911 and said someone OD and then stold/left in her truck. The autopsy showed, broken bones AFTER death (apparently they can tell) a fractured skull, missing teeth and tons of bruising. To this day there has been no justice as the police screwed up. When they arrived to the scene they had fallen for the staged over dose and treated my mother like just another dead junky. It was me that demanded an autopsy as that same night I found out, a friend of hers had called me to advise me of what really happened to my mom. Due to the fact that they treated like an overdose they did not properly secure the crime scene and even though all this evidence revealed itself in the days to come, the police chose to chalk it up as an overdose and do nothing. You see, justice will never be served because in order for that to happen the local police would first have to admit wrong doing and negligence on they’re part and we both know that will never happen. This is Canada! Where justice is supposed to be served, where people are supposed to be protected. Since the month of October 2020 it has been one negative experience right after the other, like a domino effect. At times I question myself, why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Almost exactly a month after my mother’s murder my two children and I were driving home in a vehicle I managed to buy for $500 so that we no longer had to walk. As we approached a lighted intersection a few blocks from our apartment a man in a pickup truck was speeding and blew the red light, t-boning us and then throwing our vehicle into the street light pole head on. Two separate impacts, passenger side and then front. Again our world was rocked. Turns out the man was drinking and driving. Thankfully my two children and I walked away with only minor injuries. The vehicle was a right off, my insurance offered me $600 to replace it and sent me on my way. Back at square one. With Christmas right around the corner, I used the money to spend on my children. As if that wasn’t enough in such a short period of time, a few weeks after that my son ends up falling off a small roof ( he was not supposed to be on) in the back yard and breaks his forearm, requiring 2 separate emergency surgeries and a 3rd planned one. First one to reset it when it happened and then another 2 weeks last when the bone slipped out of place, requiring him to have metal pins inserted into the bone for 3 weeks and then removed. Fast forward again to the summer.. a friend of ours invited us to the beach for the day. We all had a great time swimming out on Lake Superior. It’s about a 30 minute drive from town. We left to come back home around 6pm, by the time we reached town, my son was a completely different kid. He went from happy, energetic playing all day to burning up with a fever, slumped over in the back seat…it happened so fast. We went straight to the hospital. They ran tests hooked him up to an IV. Doctor comes in and says, it looks as if though your son has contracted some sort of virus and it seems to be attacking his liver. I sat there in shock, completely defeated. His urine looked like Pepsi as it was full of blood. He had blisters forming all over his body, his breathing was shallow. This went on for nearly 3 weeks, liver biopsy, test after test listening to his scream in pain while the nurses attempted to take blood samples, his skin was so raw and tender because of the high fever and blisters. All I could do is hold him and swallow my tears inside so that he could not see, I needed to be strong. Thankfully, after a few weeks of hell he started to improve, they found the right antibiotics and my boy got better. These 3 situations I have shared with you are what I know as my life. It is only a snippet of what I have endured as a child, woman and mother. There is merely not enough room or time for me to share it all. Living well below the poverty line here in Canada while attempting to navigate my way through what has at times felt like hell may seem like the impossible to some, I still don’t know how I/we’ve made it this far, but we have and that to speaks volumes. I am sharing our story/reality in hops that someone out there with the means to help, reaches back. A little financial relief would go a long way for us. The bills continue to pile up as I do not have the chance to catch up. If something unexpected happens and I fall behind once, it’s like a domino effect. It takes months to regain some financial stability and then before I know it, it’s Christmas again. When I found this site, I immediately hated the name, but it is in fact what society considers when one asks the more fortunate for help. Any relief helps.
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