Thank you in advance for reading my words. I am the father of six children. I was married and had a great job in construction. My wife decided she didn’t want to be married to me anymore. I found out about her boyfriend and, we divorced. Of course she was granted custody of the children. After a few months, her boyfriend began abusing my children. The five and six year olds were physically abused. As the ten and twelve year old stood up for their siblings, they were subsequently physically and mentally abused. They were beaten with objects, woken up at 2am to do chores, ridiculed for wanting to spend time with me and forced to do demanding tasks for going to visit with me. I contacted DFCS. The children spoke with their counselors at school. The situation culminated with the older children refusing to go back to their mother’s house for fear of retaliation. I retained an attorney and I was granted an ex-parte custody order as well as a no contact order for the mothers boyfriend. Now my children live with me. They’re so sweet and didn’t deserve any of this. 

  I used up my savings on legal fees and getting us a bigger place. We’re still sharing bedrooms but, we’re happy.  Their mom keeps getting hearings by fabricating stories. We’re finally getting close to our final hearing but, I’m out of money. It’s been two years and she hasn’t been ordered to pay a dime of child support. She married the boyfriend. She took the children’s stimulus money and put it down on a house. She won’t take it upon herself to do anything for her children. My attorney bills have gotten past me and I owe $2000. They estimate it will be an additional $2000 to complete the final hearing, get a real custody order and get child support. 

Please help us put this horrible past behind us. Thank you.

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I hope this message reaches you in a state of well-being. Let me take a moment to introduce myself and share some insights about my current circumstances. I am an individual who is medically blind, grappling with prostate cancer, and bearing the effects of scarred lungs due to years spent working in the boating industry. The inhalation of paints, wood, and fiberglass during my tenure in the field has left me with enduring health challenges. These conditions have led to my disability and a complex array of severe health issues. My daughter, despite dealing with autism, is functional and has taken the admirable step of enrolling in college to pursue an AS degree in Animation. I have attached some of her artwork for your reference.In this regard, I am seeking individuals like yourself who could potentially make a significant impact on the lives of my family, who are currently facing hardships. To provide context, I am a co-owner of a property situated in Fort Pierce, FL. Due to some past circumstances involving my mother’s psychiatric treatment, we made the decision to accept a reverse mortgage of $130,000.00 on the property. Regrettably, this was a decision made without a full understanding of the implications.

My contact info for cash app is $pearboat and for PayPal it’s PayPal.me/pearboat1

Now, we find ourselves in the challenging position of repaying this sum to prevent the loss of the property, especially given my mother’s health situation.

Additionally, the house, which holds over 50 years of family history, requires an AC unit for proper ventilation. This residence has weathered numerous hurricanes and storms, potentially contributing to the health issues my family members and I have faced. While insurance covered a portion of the repairs post a hurricane disaster, my request is humbly directed towards assistance in paying off the house and acquiring an AC unit (estimated cost of $8,000.00) to improve indoor air quality.

Recognizing the need to secure a stable future, I am currently embarking on a wholesale business venture involving property flipping. This endeavor aligns with my obligations and dreams, yet relying solely on my resources would considerably lengthen the path to realization. Hence, I extend a heartfelt request to assist me in funding this project.

Your contribution, no matter the amount, will be profoundly meaningful and will directly impact the lives of my family. I understand this is a significant request, but I believe in the power of compassion and generosity. I sincerely pray that you find it in your heart to help a family in dire need.

Mr. Richard P.

 

 

Hello,

 

I hope this message finds you well.  I am reaching out to you with a deeply personal and urgent matter that I am currently facing. I recently discovered the platform BeggingMoney, and I am reaching out to compassionate individuals like yourself who may be able to offer assistance and support as I navigate through these challenging times.

 

For the past eight years, I have been unjustly deprived of the opportunity to see my beloved son. Establishing a meaningful connection with him has been an elusive dream, largely due to the hurdles imposed by my ex-wife. Despite my constant efforts and being awarded visitation rights by the court, she has unfortunately chosen to keep our son from me for her own personal reasons.

 

The financial strain I face only exacerbates the difficulties in seeking professional legal counsel to rectify the injustices I have endured and regain the precious time I have missed out on. It is disheartening to know that nearly half of my hard-earned income is deducted as child support, despite being physically and emotionally deprived of the opportunity to nurture my son’s growth and well-being.

 

I want to emphasize that I am not an irresponsible person or a threat to my son’s stability and happiness. I have always been honest, hardworking, and dedicated, with the sincere desire to rebuild the loving relationship that once flourished between us. Any notion of revenge or seeking trouble for his mother would only inflict further pain on my son, and that is the last thing I want for him. My sole focus is on reestablishing a bond that is founded on love, support, and mutual understanding. No child should ever be burdened with the unfair choice between parents or endure the pain of being estranged from a devoted and caring father.

 

As I continue to face financial hardships, it is increasingly challenging to break free from this cycle of separation and to pursue the legal avenues that could enable us to reunite. Your compassionate contribution and support will assist in securing the necessary legal representation, alleviating some of the burden child support obligations have caused me, and addressing urgent financial obligations such as renewing my license plates and resolving the mechanical issues plaguing my truck which have also added to the struggle due to missing out on side jobs that I rely on to soften the financial shortfalls of my regular employment.

 

I understand that times are tough for everyone, and it may seem daunting to extend a helping hand. However, your kindness and generosity can truly make a difference in our lives—propelling us toward a future where a father and son can be reunited, and the bond that was unfairly disrupted can be restored.

 

Thank you for taking the time to read my heartfelt plea. Your belief in the power of love, compassion, and the importance of a child’s relationship with their parent means the world to me. Together, we can work toward rebuilding a loving bond and providing a brighter future for my son.

 

With sincere gratitude,

 

J.H.

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I have a full plate of issues going on that impact my life but I’m going to start with whats most important to me; my kids. I have a ten and fourteen year old that need to live with me. I feel that the mother is no longer fit and making decisions that could jeopardize the future of the children. In order for that to happen one thing needs to take place soon, get my house in a livable state. I’ve been slowly making progress but it’s not happening fast enough. I was hoping for some help to get it done. Two years ago I completed the most important part of the rehab, replacing the roof (which took two years to save for cost me $7800). The next step (in which I’m currently working on) are the floors followed by the kitchen and then the bathroom. Once those projects are completed I’ll have confidence that the rest of the task can be completed in a timely manner (before the end of the year). 

I own a cleaning company that is not really geowninf because my attention is on the house and can’t put the funds into it like I should be. I started the business because of the low startup cost and thought that it would help speedup the process but it basically pay like a regular job unless I get the equipment I need to go after car dealerships and other large buildings for business. If I could raise $7500 for either home repairs or business equipment I could closer to having my children living with me for the beginning of next year. I hope you find it in your hearts to help. The impact would be felt trough generations!

Greetings!

I am a 36-year-old musician and painter. I went to college for vocal music performance but did not finish my degree. I was working three jobs and bills were catching up. Since then I have worked jobs in the service industry, private voice lessons for children, security and church. I am a part of a band that is slowly making progress, but our payout leaves each member with a small take home (we have 9 members). A second band I belong to is just starting out so our payout is minimal to none.

Once covid hit, all musical performances stopped along with the rest of the world. During that time I picked up painting as a hobby and have attempted to turn it into and keep up with it as a business by attending local vendor markets. Sadly, it has not brought me any significant income and now the state is charging me outrageous amounts of money in taxes.

In 2021, my son Kendrick was born. His mother and I are not together, but we try to make things work for him. Between keeping up with his bills (child support) and paying rent, I have fallen on hard times. I have been resilient in keeping my abilities and dreams to work for myself alive. Each month I struggle to pay bills but by the grace of God and the universe I manage. However, each month presents a series of uncertainties.

My car is on its last leg, so I try not to drive it carelessly. I sleep on my son’s mother’s couch Sunday through Wednesday to take care of him, leaving me 3 days to make money. We cannot afford daycare. My bands are not performing every weekend and unfortunately no one is supporting artists anymore. Vendor markets are a “hit or miss” and I am paid once a month by the church I work for.

I am continuing my fight to live and care for my child, no matter what circumstances are thrown at me. If there is anyone out there that can help with some of these financial worries, I would be more than happy to create a painting and send it to you! Thank you for taking the time to read this and taking my situation into consideration. You can find my Instagram for my art at MosArt1987. Thank you and many blessings to you and yours!

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Hello I am a single father of two teenagers I have been looking for a job for over 6 months now. I am a RV Tech and luckily have had a few side jobs to make it to this point I am not very good at asking anyone for help. I have never needed help like this before. I don’t understand why I am having such a difficult time locating employment. Normally it takes 1-2 days and I have another job. My house note is due I have till the 16th before it defaults all my other bills are past due. I really don’t know what to ask for. My bills are around  2500-3000 a month  so 36000.00 a year. I am trying to start my own business but it’s hard trying to advertise or go give estimates with zero gas or money to spare. I’m asking for 72000.00 to cover My children and me for the next 2 years while I establish my customer base. I want to thank anyone that can help out and anyone that can not help out. I know now how it feels to struggle day to day. Thank you again

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My Best Friend / fiancé died on Oct 26 2022. I am 33 been married and divorced. I have a 8 year old and 6 year old. In 2012 I was 22 years old. That’s When I realized that I had a serious mental illness that has been  holding me back the majority of my life. I never seen a therapist, I was constantly punished. I was also verbally and physically abused as a child. My dad was bipolar, an addict and had anger problems. I didn’t know how to feel or how to express myself as a young kid. I was scared. I had bad vivid Nightmares every night. I was filled with timidity, fear and extreme anxiety by Jr. high. It affected me trimidously as a kid and even more as a single Dad in my 30s. I was diagnosed with ptsd, extreme anxiety disorder, and prescribed medicine to help treat signs of skitsophrania and paranoia. After becoming an adult, I was having trouble focusing, keeping jobs and just wanting people to see me as a normal person that didn’t have mental issues and over all, I wanted to feel like everyone else. Happy, Content, responsible, financially stable, or just being comfortable or not having extreme social anxiety and always feeling fearful of  everything, everyday. I wanted to feel accepted by society. But I was the reason, my childhood was the reason and my mental state was getting worse.  I witnessed one of my role models, best friends and father figure (myUncle)  get hit head on, on a Honda VTX 1800 motorcycle. and his body thrown 60 ft. Killed on impact at 33 years old, then my parents divorcing on my sweet 16 Depression began to get bad. Had suicidal thoughts especially after my divorce in 2020. Then in 2021 Got with a good friend I use to work with. We fell in love and moved in together. I felt like I had a family again. I felt loved, she made me happy, she cared about my mental state and was slowly making it better just by being around. Most of all she was great with my kids. She had been in a though spot as well. We leaned on each other through this time. Voicing our thoughts and Sharing our love and offering a shoulder to lean on. After about a year in a half things were still going well. She had seizures every now and then since she was born. One day when she was by herself at the house in the bathtub, she had a seizure and drowned. Since October 26 2022 I struggle every day more and more with my mental health. I take Benzos and antidepressants, and whatever my crazy medicine is called.  I been feeling alot of fear, depression and  bad panic attacks and anxiety. They cut my hours at work due to mental health and I’m becoming more and more suicidal. The financial burden my mental illness has put on me is devastating. Everyday trying scrape or find money for food and toiletries. I pay rent, a car payment, phone bill, water, electric. And pay 120 dollars child support every week, while keeping my kids 6 months out of the year. I just want to feel happy and financial issues are keeping me from doing that at moment. I’m a good Dad that loves family and his kids.  I just think having a little money to catch up and pay some things off would help my kids and I tremendously.  Us being in a 1 bedroom apartment I have got to get a bigger place for me and my two kids. But it’s honestly the last thing that might keep me alive and get me out of this mental rut. I work 38 hours a week and make under 500 dollars a week after my child support and everything is took out. I want to be a Fun and better Dad. I want to have a good personality  that gets people attention. I want to have money to do things with my kids and travel.  Most of all I want to be Happy for once. Wondering if my kids are happy or if they wonder what’s wrong with me.  Before it’s too late, maybe a financial blanket would take stress and pain and anxiety off my mind. I been Pretending to be happy for my children but I feel like a rock stuck in the cracks of the sidewalk. And my kids are starting to see I’m becoming empty inside and quiet. If anyone could help that would be amazing. If not a prayer would work as well. Anything to help me Be myself and lower my anxiety, ptsd, and mental issues.

Thankyou and god bless.   Cash app #CBaldridge11               ~Respectfully  Corey B

Hello. As one who didn’t know want until I separated from my narcissist wife, I need to thank you for the hope you provide to people on this platform.

Today, my need is so great that I don’t know where else to turn.

For reasons unknown to me, I have lived a truly extraordinary life, just not in the way that you yourself might hope to live.

I’ve tried so hard for things to work out well for me and my children. But because enough of the people who have been closest to me depleted me emotionally, and because I fell through almost every conceivable crack when it came to the help I might have otherwise received from organizations, I have known catastrophe for most of my 54 years.

Please allow me to explain, as relating no one event in my life can begin to paint the picture for you.

1. Because my maternal grandmother shamed my biological mother into putting me up for adoption, I was adopted through Lutheran Social Service, and was raised by two people who tried their best, but whose emotional intelligence could not fill a thimble. Dad was the most angry, backbiting, cynical farmer in our neighborhood. And Mom was just as quick to cut another person down, though her backbiting came from a place of extreme personal insecurity.

I am a survivor of institutional negligence.

2. I was in the gifted and talented program at my school through 2nd grade, wherein I was essentially educated as a 3rd grader. I had no technical aptitude to please my parents on the farm, but I excelled in the classroom.

After 2nd grade, my school closed, and I was transferred to another school. The records of my gifted status did not follow, and I got to repeat the 3rd grade over, despite successfully completing it the year before.

My parents provided no support with which to correct the mistake. The result? On the very first day of 3^rd grade at my new school, the love of learning was sucked right out of me. I wouldn’t recover educationally until my junior year of college.

I am a survivor of profound parental and institutional failure.

3. By the time I was 9, Dad started to expecting more of me on the farm. But no matter how hard I tried, it usually ended the same: raging at me that I was no help to him, and sending me to the house in tears, where Mom would tell me, You know, if you really cared about your father, you’d be out there trying to help.

I am a survivor of my parent’s continual emotional abuse in the form of gaslighting and scapegoating.

4. My mom would continually shift expectations at home, creating an emotionally unstable environment for all of us. Best examples:

Throughout my childhood, I begged my mom to be in Boy Scouts, as I knew it would be good for me, but she refused.

In 8th grade, I begged her to let me try out for the basketball team. I sucked ass, but Coach said I could have a spot on the C Squad.

When I got in the car, I told her with the very height of excitement.

I’m not going to take you to basketball practice every day after school, she said.

I am a survivor of my mother’s emotional abuse in the form of crazy-making.

5. These things continued all the way through High School. (Ask me to share a call w/ you about Grand Canyon circa 1983 or so and I’ll curl your toenails.)

I remember sitting on my bed just prior to graduation, summing up the whole of my life. I knew three things to be true about myself:

1) Whatever the work was, I couldn’t do it.

2) I could not love.

3) I could not be loved.

I knew those things to be true all the way down to the bottom of my feet.

I am a survivor of emotional abuse and abandonment and self-harm via negative, reaffirming self-talk. If not for the fact that I grew up on super-hero comic books, I would have neither a morality or any optimism whatsoever that my situation could improve.

6. I would be easy pickings for Christine, to whom I was not attracted whatsoever.

She preyed on my loneliness and my capacity for empathy, giving me sob story after sob story, until after the third night, I let her into my apartment. We talked some, she made advances, and we made out.

It felt like love, so we started going out. In no time whatsoever, she turned on the heat sexually, and it was over.

I am a survivor of emotional abuse via love-bombing and trauma bonding. (Look it up. It’s a thing.)

7. For the next 30 years, we attended church and marriage counseling and every marriage seminar under the sun to understand the wall between us.

For the whole of those three decades, my own wife gaslighted and scapegoated me, and because of the cognitive dissonance her blame-shifting caused me, I could not see it for what it was. I went entire years, from 2010-12 specifically, uncertain as to what degree I had a grip on reality.

I wouldn’t realize the extent of her narcissism until after I was laid off in 2017 and did a deep dive as to what was getting in the way of us enjoying a fruitful marriage.

All told, I am a survivor of five decades of emotional abuse.

8. When I took the matter of the shipwreck of my marriage to my pastor, a conservative Baptist, he told me I was reading too much Psychology and not enough Scripture.

I am a survivor of spiritual abuse. (To this day, I cannot set foot in a church, and I’m okay with that, as my understanding of faith and personal agency has broadened well past my earlier notions.)

9. I have taught high school English for twenty years, both in public and private schools. I believe I made the biggest impact with students who are at risk not to graduate (for reasons I’ve already explained here).

But in 2008 and again in 2017, I was laid off from work, leaving me to scrounge for whatever FT job was available.

I am a two-term survivor of vocational trauma (for lack of a better term).

10. In 2019, I respectfully wrote, under the umbrella of the mutual rights policy there at Mayo Clinic, asking if upper study team members might dial down the intense micromanaging that my cohort and I were experiencing.

I was scapegoated, given the most grievous discipline a person could experience without being outright fired. I received a 2-year black mark on my record, making it impossible for me to transfer out of this toxic department.

How toxic? I was the 40th to leave a department of 14 people in the six years that my supervisor ran the department.

Her boss knew of the troubles we were experiencing, but we kept turning out the studies.

I followed the policy to the letter, but the Appeals Committee upheld the discipline 9-0.

That Mutual Rights policy? It’s there for show. Peons have no rights there, and I learned the hard way.

I am a survivor of psychological abuse in the workplace. (Look up “workplace bullying.” It’s a thing.)

11. Trigger warning. (If you yourself have experienced emotional abuse, and you have yet to fully recover from the trauma, you’re going to want to skip reading this one.)

After my defeat at Mayo, my doctor put me on a two-month-long short-term disability leave for major depression and anxiety. I believe he saved my life. But it was early into my leave when my wife started to exhibit behaviors beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

Emotionally and physically, I was like a zombie, overseeing my boys August while Christine went to work. She would ask me to do some chores throughout the day, which I agreed to do. On three separate occasions in two week’s time, this phenomenon occurred, all according to the same script.

She’d come home shortly after 5:00. The boys, 10 and 8, would be playing in the living room, just off the kitchen, where I would greet Christine.

She would ask about the chores, and on these three occasions, I shared how I got them done except for one, and that I was planning to get the last one done after supper.

(Note: my problems with chronic fatigue had been known to Christine for years by this point.)

She would ask how it is that I couldn’t get all of the chores done, what with all the time I had.

I tried to explain the best I could, then she would ramp up with volume and intensity, asking the same thing.

This continued back and forth until she was nearly yelling at me, with me pleading with her, Why are you getting so upset?

Then she would rage, which had from my youth always been a trigger of mine.

I don’t know if you know much about PTSD or Complex PTSD. But it really challenges the notion of free will for the sufferer in that moment of trigger. One’s menu of options collapses to either fight, flight, freeze, or faint, with no ability to do anything else.

Without thinking, I watched myself speed-walk out of the kitchen, past the boys, who heard this entire exchange, out the front door, and ran like a man on fire across the front lawn, the street, and park across the street for two blocks, until I was completely out of breath, with my subconscious screaming at me, I matter! I matter! I matter!

Again, this happened three times like clockwork within two weeks. But I was too depleted emotionally to do anything about it.

Then a few days after the third instance, after putting the boys down to bed, she told me:

I asked the boys today if they were afraid of you. They said yes.

That’s when I knew. That’s what I knew that my wife, my life partner of three decades, had exploited my C-PTSD in order to alienate my own sons from me. Wind him up and watch him go.

I am a survivor of emotional abuse in the form of parental alienation. May you never experience such heartache and sorrow.

12. Two months later, I escaped. But nearly all of my close Christian male friends, all of whom knew the sordid details, judged me and condemned me to abject loneliness in my greatest time of need, emotionally speaking.

I am a survivor of spiritual abuse and abandonment by those I trusted.

13. I reached out for help to various agencies in town, they’re all geared for women. And because men who have been emotionally abused, politically speaking, I’m a unicorn. I don’t exist.

I am a survivor of institutional betrayal of the highest magnitude.

14. Some people have a messy divorce. My ex weaponized the divorce against me, all because the courts favor women, and my abuser can lie as well as I can tell the truth. And in the midst of Covid, when no one was hiring, Christine lied about our financial situation, making it impossible for me to access funds that were mine to live on. I continue to live out the fallout of her lies to this day.

I am the survivor of financial abuse.

15. Seventeen months ago, I was training for my life insurance license, but I had zero capacity to recall what I was studying during the quizzes, regardless of how many times I read the materials.

My neurologist concluded that I have Post-Concussion Syndrome, but not for having my bell run. People who experience long-term emotional abuse can be likewise impaired.

I am a survivor of neurological damage as a result of decades of emotional abuse. My condition has worsened to where I can no longer manage well enough the simple details involved in delivering for DoorDash.

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If I hadn’t taken an unorthodox route to heal emotionally and psychologically, and the dozen or so providers who have helped me, I do not believe I would be alive today.

I have no family outside of my kids. And because no support exists for men who have been abused by their wives, and because most of my friends left me after I separated, I made some significant financial mistakes, none of which can be reversed.

I used my 401K and Teachers Retirement money to pay bills and survive during Covid and since, but I still owe tens of thousands for lawyer’s fees and doctoring, and I have no idea where my next month’s rent is coming from.

I’ve applied to the County for emergency assistance, but with the bills I owe, and the cost of living here in Rochester, I’ll only get further underwater over the next year while waiting for Disability without help.

Please help me and my family. My lads and their older sister mean everything to me. They are my greatest earthly treasures.

One day, I hope to write about my experiences to advocate for others who have had experiences similar to my own.

But for today, I need significant help in rebuilding after this, my lifelong catastrophe.

Thanks for reading,
Chris

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