Hello to all.
There have been many thoughts of mine, in which directed me to this moment. I am grateful to have found this website, as it gives me a chance to be helped.
I am a female in my early 20’s, who did not have a good example of financial stability growing up. My dad, a refugee, came to America with his parents and 8 siblings. Through hard work and vision, he made something out of himself. Along the way his family helped out in all aspects of his business, including the finances. Unfortunately, they turned their backs on him, and took his fortune, refusing to return anything to him. In some way, I feel like this was my dad’s downfall in life. This occurred in the 90’s, and while I was not born to experience this, I do experience their psychopathic tendencies every time I see his family.
My mother met my dad while he was doing well in business. She is the most considerate and loving person, which I consider myself lucky to have in my life as her daughter. It has been difficult to grow and find myself as a child/teenager, because the rent was never made easy. The distress of my mom calling my dad up to ask for money at the end of every month shaped me in a way I can’t explain. She did and does her best to support herself, but it’s never enough. She still needs help till this day. My dad has been living with his psychopathic siblings for decades, in which one of them plans to kick him out after my grandfather passes. I find this sickening. A true psychopath would only hope.
I have been working since I was 16 years old, supporting my mom with bills. There were times when it got real tough. She had to live in her car for a few months while I stayed with my ex-boyfriends family (which wasn’t that sweet considering they aren’t the nicest group, although I am very grateful I stayed there for free). I find myself back in square one, because my mom works gig jobs to make her means of living, and expects me to share half of the bills. I can’t save anything. This led me to opening up credit cards, and accumulating debt.
After high school, I went to college. I made it work for the first year, studying and working to support my mom with rent. However during my second year, I quit due to the excessive load I put on myself studying as a full time student, and working full time to make enough income.
To anyone who reads this far, thank you for the time, and hopefully understanding of where I come from. This journey in life has not been easy, but with strong faith and joyful moments, I dream in aspiring financial independence. I don’t have financial help, even from those in my family who are fortunate, from the work my dad did… and it hurts me really bad. I think about it everyday, in how unlucky I am; how bad it sucks to be at the mercy of the ungrateful, who are mysteriously a part of me.
With the utmost love in my heart, thank you for listening to my story. If you are considering to donate, my paypal is @akvu
I appreciate it, more than words can display.