First and foremost, thank you for being on this website and reading through the stories of so many than have fallen on bad luck. It shows compassion and generosity in a world where both seem so scarce. Sadly today I am here to tell my story in hopes of a helping hand. 5 days ago I left my abusive husband and am now sleeping/living in precarious (but safe) conditions while 7 months pregnant. I’ve endured years of physical, physiological and emotional abuse from someone I loved, and thought loved me. I’m sure you’ve heard about the vicious cycle that abusive relationships are, we try to get out, and somehow we’re convinced, against our own best interest to stay. Well, 6 days ago I took a beating that sent me to the hospital. I have never been so scared in my life, and this time it wasn’t for me, but for my unborn, innocent baby. I had to leave with the clothes on my back and nothing else to my name. I’m currently living in Ireland, but originally from the USA. I have no family, no friends, and feel utterly isolated from the world. I have a job working in a cafe where I’ve been able to make enough money to keep myself and my baby nourished, but not much else. The shelter I am in is temporary and by Monday I need to find somewhere to live, which is a challenge in itself in Dublin. I’ve found a family willing to rent me a room, but would require 1st months rent and deposit which I simply don’t have nor do I have anyone I can ask.
I’ve worked all my life and never, ever had to ask for a handout, but I realized I need to humble myself as a means of survival at this point. If I’m helped, I promise I will pay it forward, either through acts of service or once I finally get back on my feet. I’m a good person and have always helped others in need to the best of my ability. Today I’m praying that a kind soul looks at me with the same compassion.
Thank you again for reading and may you receive an abundance of blessings for having a kind heart.
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