I’ve tried to write this seven times now and keep starting over because I either feel like I am providing too much detail as if this were a book or I think it sounds pitiful all together (sometimes both). With that being said, this will be my 8th attempt and I am clearly wasting time so I’m going to give you the facts, limit details and hope for the best.
I met my sons father (Michael) seven years ago. Of course it started out great, many of us (not all but some) meet someone and think this is “the one” and then time goes by and we are either
A) still happy that we finally met the right person or
B)happy that we were able to finally get away.
I experienced both, the first two years were great, I even gave birth to the light of my life in 2015. Unfortunately, It wasn’t too long after giving birth (literally three days after) that I started to be criticized for the way I spoke, the way I loaded the dishwasher, the way I folded towels and eventhe way I emptied the dishwasher and put them in the cabinets. It became a nightmare. Mike made it clear we were a burden. Eventually we could not even sit in the living room because we were not welcome, so we spent a lot of time playing outside, at the library or in the bedroom watching tv. Joe and I had to share a room, I turned it into a studio like apartment for us, an incredibly small studio.
I was approved for assistance with daycare, so I got a decent job and planned my escape.
We went through A Lot between 2015 and 2019. **This is where I go into too many details and realize I’m not writing a book and have to start over so I’m leaving many details out**
Long story short, in 2018 I lost my daycare assistance due to a .54 cent annual raise at work. Daycare is $230 per week and I was not (and still not) making enough to live on my own and afford childcare.
It finally got to the point where I said screw it I will get a roommate, I just have to get out of here before my son starts to think this is normal behavior for a family. So I found a roommate in March 2019.
Up until a month ago everything seemed fine. I had no complaints, she had no complaints. We talked a lot, respected each others privacy and most importantly we respected each other.
Well 4 weeks ago my roommate decided at the age of 43 she just isn’t cut out for adulting (I guess is the best way to put it) because she quit her job and left Ohio to “explore her options in life and will be living with her parents”
August was approaching and luckily I had a small amount in savings which covered what would’ve been her portion for that month.
I now have September rent and utilities coming up and I know that I can not afford to live here. The landlord has agreed to let me break the lease and found a two bedroom townhouse that I can afford, it’s nothing fancy very basic and it will be perfect for Joesph and I but I need to pay $1000 deposit plus first months rent upfront.
So here I am, I am trying to raise $1875 to move into a new townhome by September 1st. I have absolutely no family, I have two friends one lives in Texas and the other in Colorado neither are able to offer much.
I gave you a brief idea of how I got here because Mike is the only person that has a place for us to stay other than a shelter. Mike will make my life hell so If I have to go to the shelter I will, on the same note I would like to avoid it if at all possible.
If you can find it in your heart to help us we will be Beyond grateful. I cannot explain that enough! I have barely slept in days because I worry so much and oddly feel that the time I spend sleeping could be time used to find more options. So not only would we have a place to live but we would also be able to finally get the rest we need from a good worry free night of sleep. Thank you for reading everyone. We appreciate anything you can do.