Needing money to get on my feet and out of toxic situation. Mom of 2 (10 and 8 year old boys) 6 months pregnant with nothing for the baby. No family for support. My mom died 6 years ago in a car crash. My oldest son was in the wreck when she died. He was 4 at the time. My youngest was 17 months old. My sister was in a coma for 6 weeks after the crash. Dr’s said she’d never wake up and if she did she would have little to no purposeful brain function. She did wake up (praise Jesus) and spent the next 4 months at a rehab center in Atlanta. My grandma’s (mom’s mom) cancer came back shortly after my mom died. Helplessly watched her die over the next 11 months. Stepdad abandoned me. My sister suffers a brain injury from the car wreck. She’s alive but not the same person. My youngest sister was 12 at the time and under the influence of alcoholic stepdad who wouldn’t let me contact her. My stepdad is friends with the owner of the funeral home and for whatever disturbing reasons, didn’t have her body cremated for 6 months after she died. Her ashes are sitting on her closet floor still in the cardboard box they were sent to him in minus the literal spoonful of ashes my stepdad finally agreed to let me have. I seriously watched him scoop into her ashes with a plastic spoon that she had used prob 1000 times to cook family meals and dump them into the bottom of the full size urn I brought expecting to leave with enough to spread where she had requested. She wanted her ashes to be spread where we spread her dad’s ashes at his favorite deer stand not even 2 years before she died. He allowed so much time to pass that we can’t even get to that spot because it became too overgrown to get to due to no one going out there and keeping up with it. Now even if I had the resources or money to get someone out there, the land has been sold. They are currently logging all the trees. His deer stand no longer exists. Fast forward 6 years. I’ve been surviving a very controlling and mentally exhausting relationship with my Children’s father. He’s financially supported us since my second child was born which I am grateful for the time I’ve been able to spend with my boys but find it hard to be 100% appreciative knowing the reasons behind him wanting me at home. For a long time I wasn’t aware of his intentions. Later on I understood the manipulation and was able to see it for what it was. Isolation, dependence, and self-doubt to name a few. I worked a few part time jobs but was left fully responsible to figure out child care. My car would break down and sit without any intentions of being fixed. It became near impossible to keep any kind of job. In 2020 I got really sick. I was 29 and diagnosed with heart failure. My ejection fraction was 12%. I somewhat recovered from almost dying only to be put down with absurd accusations of cheating and endure name calling and mental abuse from a paranoid drug addicted baby daddy/boyfriend. Tried to leave but couldn’t afford a lawyer when he filed for custody so came back home and he dropped it. Covid was a thing so isolation really set in. Was fed up and finally getting ready to get my kids and myself and leave again this summer when out of nowhere I was served court papers at my own home. He took it upon himself to file for full custody in attempt to keep me from taking the kids and leaving him. Found out I’m pregnant with our 3rd child together. We have court in October. Not to mention we live next door to his mother in a house that she owns. She’s hated me from day one. She’s done terrible things to try to completely destroy me. Gotten me fired from several jobs. She even threatened to kill me and the baby several weeks ago. She called CPS and filed a false report against me claiming I’m violent. The next day she told me she did it. At that point CPS still had to investigate so we just now were able to have the case closed. Meanwhile she’s sending me threats of eviction every time I turn around. I have no where to go. No one to help. No one wants to hire a pregnant girl. Not to mention I have preeclampsia and am having a hard time getting around. I also have a bruised rib from being hit with a baseball my son accidentally lined drived into my side. The AC is out in my car and August in Mississippi is nothing to play with so my car sits in the driveway. This has been the most stressful pregnancy I could have imagined and in return I haven’t bought one single thing for the baby. No family to help. I’m isolated in this house next door to the devil who is constantly plotting against me. I don’t normally spread my business to anyone, but desperate times. I just want to live in peace with my kids and I am at a loss.