PRODUCT OF A POSTCODE
Hi all and thanks for taking the time to read my story. It all started in 1998 when I was 18 and my family moved to Spain and I decided to stay here in the UK and find my own way in life which I did by learning to be car mechanic which is where I met my first partner who I have 3 children with a boy of 13 and twins (boy & girl) who are now 11, my partner worked in her dads MOT garage but sadly he died 6mo this after we got together and left the business to her, when my eldest was born she then stayed at home and I run the business for 8years sadly she suffered from post natal depression and the relationship ended and she sold the business which I still can’t get over as I would of run it to keep it for the kids when they grew up anyway this left me in a bad place having no money and not living with my kids the depression was creeping in and many a night was spent alone with this on my mind :-(, I realised I couldn’t stay this way so picked myself up and for the next 8years I survived by selling stuff I shouldn’t have etc let’s just say as the title suggests being a “product of a postcode”) its all I knew growing up in the east end of London dodgy dealings etc where all around me it’s what I knew best, in this time I was always there for my 3 kids having them as much as I could etc but still to this day there mother makes it hard work stopping contact etc regularly and not being able to afford court fees I’m stuck in that situation with her which sucks, anyway 7 years ago now I meet my second partner who I have a 6year old boy with and meeting her changed me making me stop the dodgy dealings and get back into what I’m qualified to do car mechanics, I left my home to move in with her thinking as I always say “till the end” and things were ok but for many reasons we split when my youngest boy was 3 he’s now 6 as I said and so for the second time after putting everything into a relationship I walked away with £80 and 5 bags of clothes and the depression taking a hold again (I think I’ve always wanted a family as mine moved away when I was young which is why when my relationships go wrong I find it so hard hence my saying “till the end” which I told both my partners and meant no matter what but I can’t control other peoples feelings etc) being told to leave I had no choice but to move back in with my mother (who moved back from Spain a few years before this) who I had not lived with or relied on since I was 18.
And so we get to why I’m asking for the kindness of strangers now, my problem is this over the years of relationship breakdowns etc when I get low and depressed I shut of from my problems so any bills, parking tickets things like that I push away and try to forget about which has left me with many debts over my head on top of this I have 2 baby mums wanting money for the kids on top of my rent, living expenses, car upkeep so I can get to work and money to do thing with my kids when I do have them life’s just become one vicious circle of working all month only to payout everything which normally means my monthly wage is gone within a week and so I’m left scrimping and borrowing until I get paid again which is when it all happens again I get paid only to be left with nothing shortly after, if I didn’t have the debts over me my wage would last but I’m currently paying out £700 a month on bills I shouldn’t have but have because of the depression etc.
I just want to finally say the being a product of a postcode ain’t all bad because growing up in the east end of London E1 postcode has given me morels which I’m proud of inc respect for others and loyalty and well I guess never giving up as I’m here writing this now and these morels are defo part of my DNA and will stay with me forever
So I’m asking for any help you can give big or small to ease the stresses of money worries and give me back the freedom to do more with my kids instead of having the weight of the world on my shoulders, I know if I have it even to this day with my problems I always give what I can to homeless ppl I see etc so I’m hoping there’s more out there like me that are willing to help a fellow human in need and break him free of the stressful position he’s in to which he will be forever grateful.
A product of a postcode