I feel like my world has been flipped upside down. Ever since I became a mother I’ve had stones thrown at me left and right and it just seems endless when all I want to do is the right thing for my little baby and myself. My child’s father decided that he wanted to take me to court, even though I wanted to work things out outside of court. I’ve had to represent myself, which I’ve done a decent job of, but I’m no attorney. It is very time-consuming, especially with a toddler and having to scramble around, filing paperwork, meeting deadlines, being to court on time, figuring out daycare, carrying everything by myself, and doing all of this without a car has made me feel overwhelmed at times. I’ve been given no type of child support, even though I’ve filed and they lost all of my paperwork. All of this difficulty and my child’s father is only wanting to see our beautiful baby twice a month. This is just the first stone thrown my way.
I had the opportunity to finally move somewhere cheaper, to be able to catch up and breathe a little. A “supposed to be” friend bought a house and allowed me to rent from her for half the cost that I was previously paying. Next thing I know this person is handing me an eviction letter. Come to find out, this person had become friends with my child’s father and they were plotting against me. The illogical part to all of that is that they don’t even realize the damage done to the baby. We had no place to live after that and I had tried to rent a room, but there are a lot of people who have issues with toddlers moving in. This entire situation forced me to find a place to live back home, out of state.
My child’s father doesn’t want us to move, even though he doesn’t even live in the state I lived in. It’s as if he doesn’t care if we’re homeless, more so our baby ending up homeless or in foster care. Where I need to move to I have family/friend support, a wonderful daycare that I went to when I was little and more importantly an apartment. It’s an empty apartment, for now, furniture-wise, but there’s running water, lights, heat, a blowup mattress, a pack ‘n play, toys that my sister gave to my baby, and some food in the fridge. I came here with my computer and a suitcase full of clothes for my baby.
Lastly, I just received word that my grandfather passed away. Out of everything, this is the toughest part to type, so I’m not going to say much because it hurts so bad.
So, I really need a leg up. I still need an attorney to do a move away order. The judge gave me permission to travel, which my child’s father agreed to. It would be an absolute blessing to be able to be around supportive family, in this new apartment. Recently, I had two interviews for one job that is about 20 minutes away and being able to get to and from work and the daycare with a car would be so helpful.
Yes, I’m educated and have always been the strong, resourceful one, but I’m so tired and sore. So many people have made me feel like a terrible person for asking for help, as if I’m undeserving and I’ve never been the type of person to ask for help, before being a mom, but I don’t have a husband/boyfriend for support or a second income. I just need a boost.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.