Hello everyone, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my story. I have always had a rocky relationship with my mother. I finally made the decision to move out into my own place in hopes that it would help our relationship. I was doing great financially then I got covid last year  for three weeks and was unable to work. Those few weeks put me behind in everything…. Car, rent, utilities, etc.

My mother has never been good with money and has always looked to me to pick up her slack even though I had my own bills to worry about. And she refuses to save money. But being that I didn’t want to see her struggle I helped where I could even though I was still trying to dig myself out of debt. Finally I came up with the idea for us to move back in with each other to try to get some financial relief on both our ends. In my mind I was thinking that since I am now 27 I should be able to peacefully coexist with my mother in the same household and if not just be as cordial as possible. Well it’s been nothing but fights ever since. I’ve come to realize my mother is very narcissistic. She will continuously tell me I am what’s wrong with her life. She threatens my personal belongings that I have paid for with my own money because I tell her ‘no I can’t do this ‘ orbit I try to discuss with her how something she said didn’t sit right with me she will get very defensive and turn the situation around on me. Once I again I try to ignore it all because she is my mother and basically the only family I have left. After hurricane Ian hit SWFL we entertained the idea of moving to GA and I was fully on board until we visited to look at houses and the environment did not sit well with me. I have a history of panic disorder and while we were there I had a horrible panic attack and she just told me I’m being dramatic. When we came back to Florida I told her I don’t think it’s a good idea to make such a big move that will put us into EVEN MORE debt. And I am also not mentally ready to leave my home, career, friends and basically entire life yet. That statement did not sit well with my mother and she told me that I am dead to her. Then proceeded to tell me that if she commits suicide, that’ll be my fault because I made her stay here in Florida.
This among many other awful things that I feel a mom should never say to her children have been told to me.
I’m at my final straw. My mental health has declined drastically and I can’t take much more.
I want to move back out on my own but have nothing in my savings because i used it all to help her.
Anything helps so I can save up for deposits and moving fees.
I love my mother but I refuse to let her treat me as she has over the years.

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Thank you for reading about me,

I am an 24- F.

This is some information about my current situation with my mother. I don’t have strength right now.

I need to move on my own but money is so hard right now, I just started a new job recently.

I was living on my credit cards after my savings ran out. I am paying the bills off now before I could even move.

Three years ago, we were looking for a place to live since we were staying on a rented bedroom and the lease was up. My mother had me going to all these open houses on the extreme heat and I was sick from an infection.

She never liked any of the places I saw.

I got sick and tired and told her i was going to go on my own and i called all my relatives to let them know why I was leaving so she couldn’t twist it.

They told me that im ungrateful, dramatic , and rude to want to leave her and if something happens to her its on me.

I stayed because she acted like she was going to get a heart attack AFTER letting me walk out with all I owned while she laughed at me because she knew I had nowhere else to go.

I ended up at one of her friend’s house because she kept insisting I had to stay somewhere “safe”. She offered me to buy a foldable bed and sleep on her kitchen while her drug addict boyfriend spied on me all night.

During that time, my mom didnt want to speak to me “because I went to someone else’s house that I liked more”. She never considered my safety, and even at that point I was the one in the wrong.

Fast forward to now, I do most of the cooking bc she won’t properly feed herself and has health conditions( I have to care more about her than her own self while she plays the I am sick, life did this to me, no one loves me).

She will only cook for my male siblings when they come over, but thats another topic.

I clean too but that’s not enough. I am not good for anything, and she calls me piece of SHIT all the time.  

Now, I don’t have savings anymore and my job doesn’t pay enough. I am looking for additional employment.

This situation is SO mentally taxing. I can’t sleep properly, and I don’t even care about eating. I’ve been THIS close to wanting to give up in life. I have no support system.

She also hoards a lot, I don’t have space to live like a regular person in my own home. She’s  not an extreme hoarder, but she just disrespects our home and will bring whatever she wants from outside without cleaning it most times.

She promised when we moved that she’d respect the space and try to be a better human but she just moved her stuff around and never got rid of it.

I have been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and the situation at home really triggers me. I also have depression, PSTD from past sexual abuse from my bio father (yes, my mother doesn’t remember apparently), anxiety, etc.

I try my best to work as many hours as possible, so I can gain full independence.

I have a goal to save $25,000 that will go towards apartment applications, security deposits, rent, essential furniture, food, driving classes, and some emergency savings.

The picture attached is a message between my oldest sibling and I when I told him I’m done with the abuse… He told me that if I moved he will never speak to me again.

Thank you at all. Any prayers, well wishes, even tiny donations will help.

I will never forget the kindness of others in times of GREAT need.

Paypal : thankyou7555

 

 

When reviewing my financial aid offer to enter my third year of college this year, I realized that I received significantly less due to 1) my father earning more during the 2020 tax year, and 2) all Covid extra loans no longer in-use to assist the cost. My financial aid was cut more than half. Meanwhile, months before in last spring, I signed a lease agreement for an apartment that, at the time with my past financial aid, I could afford.

I did all in my power to revise this year’s financial offer, but to no avail. It was also too late in the summer to transfer colleges, and while I considered withdrawing for a semester or two, I still could not get out of my rental agreement. I moved all of my possessions a state away (from PA to VA) with my savings drained in order to afford the first three months of rent.

This month, I hit a rough patch. While I got a job as a server last month and continued tutoring elementary students, the general expenses of college (groceries, online subscriptions for required classes) caught up, leaving me unable to make rent this month. I have two other roommates who are unaware of my situation, as the apartment offers individual leases, so they are at least not affected.

While I reached out to local groups at my college for financial support and advice, the best course of action is taking out a personal loan to cover the next month while I get caught up. However, that is a process, and it will not be received in time to pay this month’s.

I have no family to reach out to for financial support, as my parents are currently struggling themselves with paying the bills, and I have three younger siblings still living at home. I have no grandparents with spare change either.

I ask for anything that anyone is willing to give in order not to be evicted, as that would also result in me having to drop out of college since I will not have a place to live. I’m a Computer Science and History double major with no plans to attend graduate school. Finishing the last two years of my education is something that no one in my family has accomplished, so I am extra determined to have withdrawal be the last resort. Thank you!

Paypal Link: https://www.paypal.me/valarierobynn?locale.x=en_US

Hello, I’d like to start this off by introducing myself. My name is Grace, I am 22 years old. I have an amazing fiancé, Jeff, as well as a 6 year old bonus (step) son, Everest, and we were blessed enough to have our rainbow baby girl, Blue, on Mother’s Day this year.

 

I’d also like to say that despite everything we’ve been through, we are so truly blessed to have everything that we do have. I just want our family to be happy, healthy, fed, and with a roof over our heads. (I didn’t mean to rhyme that, but I guess it sounds smoother now, right? Just trying to keep the situation light haha).

 

Our story is quite a long one, but I do believe it’s worth hearing.

 

Jeff and I met by miracle, and I thank the stars for him every day. To sum up an absolutely chaotic introduction story, I worked at a pizza shop last year. I was working a regular Wednesday night, nothing too crazy. A man and a woman come in with a small boy, and they come up to my register. The man looks confused, and the woman is holding the child, and suddenly they start arguing about whether or not this kid needs to eat. Well, to my surprise, this lady was trying to *kidnap* this young boy–they go from arguing, to her trying to run out of the door with the child. Apparently, the man with the child came into my pizza shop actually looking for help, because this lady was harassing him and the child outside, and he happened to know my manager. The man with the child is now my fiancé, because I’m the one who brought the child behind the register with me, and called the police while he restrained her in the dining room. Yeah, um…crazy first meeting, right? It wasn’t hard to fall in love after this all happened. I gave him and Everest a ride home that night after all of the chaos had run it’s course. Jeff started working at that pizza shop, we began hanging out every night. We became best friends, and we more or less courted each other for about a month. He lived behind the pizza shop with Everest, in this very small closet of a room. I moved in after we became official, despite there being little to no space. After about a month and some change, I found out that I was pregnant. This was an absolute miracle, because I have struggled with endometriosis and PCOS for years now, and the doctors told me that I was completely infertile.

 

We were ecstatic about the news, and I immediately told my foster mom at the time. She tells me to move to Texas into her giant house, and that she wants me to have a stress-free pregnancy. So we do. We packed all of our belongings, quit our underpaying pizza jobs, and drove to Texas. Unfortunately, living with my now-ex foster mom was a disaster. She kicked us out after about 3 months, changed the locks on us. She was mad that Everest threw up on the carpet…..yes, really. She was also mad that neither of us had gotten a job yet, despite both of us looking the entire time we were there. Oh, and I forgot to mention that Jeff’s ex-wife quite literally burned all of him and Everest’s documents (birth certificates, social security cards, etc), so we were working on getting those for him as well. We were doing Instacart together while we lived there, and I was also buying groceries for the household using my government benefits, but she was still mad. The whole situation was a disaster, and she never discussed rent or anything of the sort when she told us to come live with her. There was also unspoken domestic violence going on in the household, between my foster mom and her new boyfriend. The entire situation was poorly communicated and executed. We were forced to pack up all of our belongings within an hour, and we were kicked out with Everest who was 5 at the time, at 3am last year in October. Thankfully, we were blessed enough to have made it back due to me making a Facebook post about the situation. I had many amazing friends donate us gas money to get back to Colorado.

 

Fast forward to Colorado. We were able to stay with our best friends for awhile, however they only got their apartment because they applied through a local youth homeless prevention program. We did not qualify for this program because we had a child with us. I was so sick my entire pregnancy with hyperemesis gravidarum, AKA extreme nausea and vomiting, far worse than your standard issue morning sickness–fatal for both mom and baby in some instances. I couldn’t hold down water. We would have to leave our best friend’s apartment during the day in case their case manager popped by, because we technically weren’t allowed to stay there. Jeff couldn’t go work because I was so sick, and I couldn’t watch Everest by myself in the car all day. We continued to do Instacart until January. In January, we were told that we couldn’t stay at our best friend’s house anymore, because their case worker found out about us staying there. We stayed with another friend for a little while, and meanwhile we were on the waiting list for every type of financial aid and family homeless intervention program in the area. Unfortunately, deja vu occurred because our friend we were staying with was in the same youth program that our other friends were in, and his case worker found out about us. It felt like nothing was going to get better.

 

We spent the entire months of February-March sleeping in our car, and staying in hotels when we could afford it. I don’t know if you’ve been to Colorado or not, but it snows extremely badly here in the winter time. And unfortunately for us, it was a late winter this year, and it snowed all the way through March in our area. We were freezing cold, poor, we had no resources besides our local food pantry, and occasionally the local church would let us sleep on the floor in there for the night if it was under 10° at night.

 

At the end of March, we finally got the call that suddenly made everything so much better. We got a call from Family Promise, a local family shelter, saying that they finally had availability, and we could move into a room the next morning. We cried. All of us. We all sobbed. We went there the next morning, got our intake paperwork done, and we got a place to stay. Everything was good for awhile.

 

Since we finally had stability, and we also got our tax return, we were able to get most of Jeff and Everest’s documents, aside from social security cards. That was a huge breath of relief. Family Promise was working on helping us get an apartment, as they offered to pay the deposit and first month’s rent for us. We were just waiting for me to have the baby at this point in time, since she was coming any time now.

 

Fast forward once again to Mother’s Day, and Blue was born via an emergency c-section. It was a miracle. Shortly after she was born, Jeff got a job at a masonry company, which was going good for awhile until he got injured on the job. It took him about a month to recover, as it was a wrist injury and his job was to carry/load bricks all day. Well, once he finally recovered, we got a notice on the 4th of July stating that Family Promise was going to be closed down due to lack of funding, meaning that we would once again be homeless if we didn’t find a place within the next 28 days.

 

We spent the entire next month searching for apartments in our budget range, as Jeff got a landscaping job shortly after we received notice of the shelter closing. We did end up being homeless for a few days after the shelter closed, but thankfully we had money to keep us in hotels for those 3 days. With a very large stroke of luck, one of our good friends moved out of his apartment and hooked us up with his landlord’s number. I swear it was a miracle, because we were out of money for hotels as they get pricey even for a small room, and I got a call back from the landlord saying that we could move in as long as we paid first month’s rent and deposit, and took the unit as is. Family Promise wrote us a check for $2,000, and we signed a lease agreement and had an apartment within hours. It was and has been the biggest blessing.

 

Unfortunately, now we are once again in a bind. Jeff’s landscaping job ends as of this week, and earlier in the month, Everest brought home “hand, foot, and mouth disease” from school. Therefore, my fingertips felt like razorblades, and Blue was also covered in blisters. I needed Jeff to stay home for a week or two to take care of us. I thought it was going to be okay, because I usually get government benefits every month, but apparently this month there has been an error that I’ve been trying to get fixed, and we won’t receive our benefits next month. We don’t have any money for rent, aside from $140 that we will soon be getting for his last check. Our rent is due on the 1st, and it is $1,277. We need help staying afloat, we need help for our babies. I would literally eat nothing but ramen noodles for the next 5 years if it means that my children do not have to experience homelessness again. I know this has been an extremely long post, but I felt that I couldn’t just ask for this money without giving context as to how we got into this predicament. We are Buddhists, so money is not important to us, but keeping our babies happy and healthy is extremely important to us. Please help us if you can, this is truly a cry for help. We’ve been denied a loan, and I’m trying my best to get ahold of my case worker to get my benefits sorted, but it’s still not going to be enough. We need a blessing of some sort. It’s getting cold again, and I can’t let my children go through this again. They deserve so much better. And if you took the time to read this, even if you don’t donate to our rent fund, then thank you. I know this was a lot. Thank you so very much. I have attached a photo of our bill, as well as screenshots of my fiancé in the newspaper from when Family Promise closed down. My PayPal link is https://www.paypal.me/gmiller1298

Thank you, and have a blessed day.

Edit: I was unable to attach more than one image, but here is the link if you’d like to read the news article- https://www.google.com/amp/s/gazette.com/premium/colorado-springs-stand-alone-shelter-for-homeless-families-to-close-amid-dwindling-donations/article_689885b0-021e-11ed-92cc-ffb5cf16ddb9.amp.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I recently lost my home and most of my belongings.

My ex boyfriend of almost 5 years was also my business partner. Shortly after we moved in together he wanted to start a Solar Business. He knew I obsessively studied business and personal development and could use me to help him with the business. I did really good as his business strategist, life coach (until he could afford another one), and assistant until I developed some problems with my brain and temporarily couldn’t work anymore. I have to be on a special diet and take a ton of supplements because my body doesn’t convert nutrients as well as other people- which I didn’t know about myself until it was too late and my nutrient levels had begun to effect my brain.

It got so bad that over half of my needed nutrient levels were deficient when I finally caught it and got myself checked because I couldn’t think very well at all and had no energy, for months. Also, my voice was super hoarse and would not come back for those months as well. It just kept getting worse until one day I tried to recite the ABC’s and couldn’t; after that I caved and finally went to see a doctor. When I saw a doctor, he informed me that I was having neurotransmitter problems because they were weakening and dying off due to my nutrient deficientcies not being able to supply my brain the nutrients it needed to constantly regenerate cells and function optimally.

I was advised not to work and to stay away from stress at all cost, as well as to follow a strict nutrient dense diet. It was frustrating being told I had to wait for my brain to regenerate because I was absolutely miserable straining just to think and struggling to do basic tasks. I should of felt supported because I had my ex for support but he instead neglected me to focus on his now extremely successful business. He would grind from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to sleep and allowed me to rot as I struggled just to get out of bed.

This July I reconnected with a family member after being disowned by my family after high-school for going straight into entrepreneurship instead of going to college. I did my best to explain to her what was wrong with me (my cognition was so bad that I was having a hard time constructing sentences and thinking in a clear way) she took the little of savings she had and came to get me. We told my boyfriend at the time I just needed to be nursed back to health for 2-3 months and then I could come back.  And three days after I got to my grandmas, my ex took advantage of the fact my grandmother and I didnt have enough money or space to come back to California right away and sold the house we were living in, moved to Hawaii where his parents are, got into another relationship immediately, and left me with nothing but what I had in my suitcases when my grandma came to get me. He knew I wasn’t in a position to do anything about it because that’s how weak I was and my grandmother didn’t have the money or proper space with work to help me.

She has done everything she can to help me get healthy again even though we struggle with affording food and stuff. She’s had to sacrifice some things to help me be able to eat healthy and get the supplements I need. I’m feeling healthy enough to try and rebuild my life. I want to do everything I can to create the best future I can and be able to take care of my grandma. I have a ton of debt (I found out the hard way my ex boyfriend used me to money launder for his businesses. I used to trust him with all our finances and passwords. Because he was the CEO of the business I helped him build he was also my employer and it was really easy to send me money and it automatically registers as income I made- so after my health problems he started using me to pay for things and I thought nothing of it because I was checked out and barely paying attention. I’m talking office spaces to expand for his company, furniture, coinbase deposits etc. and now I owe $14k in taxes.)

Now that I’m feeling healthier and strong enough to do work that the state of my health can handle, I need to do my best to come up with as much money as possible to help me restart. I don’t have a car, and I’m in a horrible area in tacoma  WA where there are no sidewalks, there are shootings and crime all the time, and drug addicts roam around everywhere. I need to do what I can to get my grandmother out of here, clear my debt, and rebuild my life starting over.

Please donate to me. I’ll use it to get a used car so I can commute to a different area for work. If I am donated enough money my dream right now is to instead get a long term stay at an airbnb in an area I know I can walk everywhere I need and has a high demand for hair braiders. I’m really good at hair braiding and would have went into business braiding hair if I didn’t choose to work on my ex’s business instead. It’s a super solid business strategy for me because it’s really easy on my brain and I can be confident about my well being while doing the work. When I lived in the area I know is good for me to go and braid hair from I  would do my own hair and get asked if I could do others hair everywhere I went. I also know of a popular app that people I’ve known in the past use (style seat) that will get me clients just by listing myself as a stylist on the app and setting my booking times. I would go down there and pass out business cards during the times I didn’t have clients and use what I’ve learned in social media marketing and branding to my advantage on social media.

Somehow I can make a better future, I just need some help.

www.paypal.me/saishastarseed

P.S. sorry if my explanation reflects the difficulty I have communicating still. The photo is an example of my braids. The area I want to go to is full of a bunch influencers and creative expressive people who will love my passion for creating different themes and color pallets with my braids. I can also do clean natural colors if desired, and the area is full of entrepreneurs and professionals who like to pay to keep their hair done.

I’m hoping you see something worth investing into for me. <3 I’m super hopeful I can manifest this.