Hello, my name is Francisco Lopez. I’m going to be brutally honest here because I have messed my life up very bad. I’m a one-year-clean ex-addict. I’ve been debating whether I should mention this detail or not for the last few hours because I don’t want you to ask, “What guarantee do we have that you won’t waste the money on drugs?” Well, this isn’t for me. It’s for my wife and son. Please, take the time to read this and I will do my best to convince you about the help I need. If I still have you with me by the end, then all help will be greatly appreciated. If you decide not to, I perfectly understand and it is appreciated that you even read until the end.

I was born in 1996. My biological mother was a user of drugs at the time. She was also very abusive and always left me at home alone while she went to a party with her friends. Also, I lived in Las Vegas. I mean, what did you expect?

I went through different households as my mother would re-marry every other man who would put up with her. Every man she married was an abusive ego-maniac. Always taking their rage on the helpless child. Physical abuse wasn’t the only abuse. My mother would always say that I was supposed to be aborted or that I was supposed to be a girl, that God promised her a little girl.

When I was about 11 years old, my mother committed a fraud in which she had to leave the country or face jail time. I had no legal guardian that would take care of me so I had no choice but to go with her and her husband.

I came to Peru, her native country. Here I learned Spanish and I learned how to run most of my adult life. It was also here where I became addicted. Year after year, my mother tried getting rid of me. Legally, she couldn’t, but that never stopped her.

In the year 2015, I was 19 years old. I had just finished school and I was trying to land a job so I could leave and become independent. I was also suicidal. One night, I got into a very serious fight with my mother and I went home. I remember having a friend’s gun hidden inside of a shoebox at the bottom of my closet. I was planning to go and just end it because I was tired of being a burden.

I got home and walked up to the door of the building I lived in. I was looking for my keys and I realized that I had forgotten them. I was distraught at the idea of having to live another day so I sat down on the front step and started sobbing. Some woman hears me and comes up to me. She looks at me and says in Spanish, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

I was so defeated that I just blurt almost everything that I wrote here. She was with her two daughters and just stared at me the whole time. I figured that I was disturbing them so I got up. Then the lady got out a key and opened the door. As it turned out, they were renting the apartment one floor up from mine. I felt embarrassed about what I had done. Regardless, she invited me over to dinner.

That was the beginning of my new life. As a brother, father, and lover. This woman took me into her household one week later. She would educate me on the things that I didn’t understand because of the life I had. Now, here’s the thing. I am NOT a saint. I have been ungrateful, rude, and such a horrible person to this woman over these last five years. She’s still with me to this day.

As time passed, I started… falling in love. At first, everyone said that I was taking advantage of the fact that this woman had money. I mean, a lot of money. But also, I was a very selfish person. I was living in a very confused state of withdrawal and re-education. On top of all this, a possible mental illness.

This woman is the one in the title picture. I am the young man carrying the baby and he is my son. That’s another story. My wife, as I always refer to her, basically adopted her eldest son’s girlfriend after he impregnated her and left. One day, this kid looked at me and started saying, “Papa! Papa!” I didn’t know how to react. He wouldn’t let go of me. I started getting attached to the kid. Then I saw his biological mother pinching him to get my wife’s attention on “baby tips” and I immediately took the baby away from her. All I could think of was how similar this woman was to my mother. How this boy would grow up under much of the same abuse if I didn’t act now. I took him to my room and now I have a son. I believe that sexual intercourse, pregnancy, and birth does not make you a parent. Loving and caring for the child does.

Then I got a job working as a Customer Service Interpreter. My fifth job, I believe, and the best paying one. I had the chance to give back all this woman has given me. I got back into drugs at this job. I got to the point where I would repeat out loud, “I have to go to work, I have to go to work,” while I searched for more dope. I didn’t get fired. I almost got a raise.  I quit for another reason I will touch in a little bit.

But because I would spend time not working, my wife’s savings started to dwindle. I had made the promise to get us back up on our feet but I was failing. Of course, I felt and always will feel horrible because of what I did. I will never forgive myself for these acts. They were never worth what came next.

Then she had a heart attack. She found out she was a Celiac. And she confessed to me that she has a brain tumor. All this happened almost at the same time. I may be an ignorant person, but I will always believe her.

Now, these days, I’m facing potential legal problems from a situation that occurred while I was stupefied by narcotics and I can’t find a job anywhere. I’m trying to open up my options as best I can by learning coding. But every day that passes, we spend a little more money on milk and foods. I haven’t had one bit of luck. Plus, I have to constantly be taking care of my son and my wife. I can’t leave them. I need a remote job but I haven’t gotten anything yet.

I always said I wasn’t taking advantage of her wealth. Now that she doesn’t have one cent thanks to my mistakes, I still will not betray her. I will stay until the absolute end and I will complete my promise.

The reason I came here today is because I am desperate. I have to pay for a doctor for my wife who’s health is gradually getting worse. I have to buy enough food and diapers and household items. I have to pay for so many things that are coming up soon. I thought I would get a job by then but so far nothing. I wouldn’t come here unless I am out of every option. I would never ask for money if I could work for it. That’s why I’m here.

I ask of you, please, help me fix my family’s life. Help me undo my wrong doings. I need money to support my family during my job search. All the money will be spent only for my family. Every cent, I will not profit from anything. Only food and medical services will be purchased.

I am completely desperate. Everything is my fault and that has marked me for so long. I don’t want them to suffer anymore because of my mistakes. I want to give back what was given to me and this will give me time to build my second chance.

In all honesty, I will need around $5000 to cover medical bills and food costs. It’s no goal, I’m just estimating. Even if I raise $500 only, I will be grateful.

Every cent, every single cent will be deeply and greatly appreciated. I promise that if this request is fulfilled, I will do everything in my power to help anyone in need once I have the resources. Thank you for at least reading my story. God bless you.

My PayPal account is: paypal.me/LopezRo248

Hello all! This is my first time using this site after getting it recommended by a friend.

I’ll preface my post by saying I’m not expecting to receive anything but any funds I do acquire I’ll cherish and appreciate immensely. So here is my story.

In March my grandfather passed away from a drunk driver colliding with him. It was obviously heartbreaking to my entire family who have lived close to the man for decades, and I personally basically grew up in his house. The following months were chaos and turmoil as my father had to gut the house and fix what he could to prepare it for sale. My wife and I were conveniently looking to buy our first home for our family (us +4 year old daughter and beagle) during this time so we made the attempt to purchase the house.

We were successful in obtaining the house (built in 1900 by my great-great grandfather) but in the process since then have nearly wiped out our entire savings in making the home habitable for our family (including buying an entire set of refurbished appliances after my grandfather’s widow took them all when she moved out). Don’t get me wrong, I love this house to its core due to all the memories I’ve had here since I was a toddler, but a house this old is a lot of work. My grandfather, and his parents, and even their parents were simple country folk and handled a lot of their problems in-house (and by this I mean A LOT of jury rigging), which has in turn led to a host of issues arising decades later. Questionably safe electrical wiring, decades-outlawed plumbing setups, ancient fuel oil furnace that is legitimately just a money pit are among my daily trials and tribulations.

So, to summarize–in the past few months my wife and I have nearly emptied our joint savings account and I’ve racked up a host of credit card debt in the process of just trying to break bare even check-to-check while keeping up on the maintenance of the house. Don’t get me wrong–we are very happy having our first home (fix-it-upper as it may be) and my daughter is especially happy to have an entire house to play in instead of a grandparent’s basement, it would just be freeing and stress relieving to be able to pay my credit cards down and get ahead for the first time in what feels like forever.

So that’s it, that’s our story. To make a “TL:DR”, my family is living check to check after fixing up my recently-deceased’s 120 year old house to use as our first home. Any help that anyone would be able to provide would be vastly appreciated. Thank you kindly.

Jeffrey Chandler

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My name is Christian I go by Krissy for short…. I recently became homeless….. My mother had a massive stroke she lost her left side of her body and has had 2 different surgeries I haven’t been able to see her since the end of September due to the lack of transportation an the lack of food drink an a bed or somewhere warm to sleep at night an on top of the poor lack of personal hygiene I get nobody wants to go dirty but truthfully I have became grateful of all things that have been blessed towards me…. For the past 2 months I have slept on a playground an on the grassy area of a Walmart just so I know I could have wifi so that some could know I am ok…. Others days I may have a couple of days where to where I can manage an average of maybe 24 hours of sleep a week if I am lucky…. The homeless life is a struggle an the streets are scary I’ve woken up to someone trying to steal my shoes off my feet….

 I found myself very sad to know that they have nothing but be willing to take from the ones that also have just as much or if not less than the other person does it horrible out here it’s cold an on rainy days it’s far more worse when u have no shelter an a store may run u away cause u fell asleep or u just hang out to much on the property so they bring the cops out on you an you panic well I know I do I haven’t never been in trouble or do I ever plan to be im a 30 year old female with 2 children that I am grateful to have good father’s that we co-parent very well with…. I really would give anything to see my daughters have a smile just to spend a day or a week by my side again would tickle them

The things you miss when everything goes downhill …. I wanted to ask for help to maybe get me a place an maybe enough to afford a couple of months me an my friend she has a job an I’m working on one prayers that I get it…. But I’m sure me an her could pay the bills just fine together right now anything would at least get us off the ground an on our feet  if you could help any at all here is my PayPal …

PayPal.me/KrissyB53

Hello All, I’m a very prideful person but now it has gotten to the point where I need to reach out and ask for help with my debts. I work full-time and currently I’m in school attempting to make a better life for myself, but just when I get ahead a bit, something happens. For work, I travel every day 60 miles to, and from which is a little bit of wear and tear on my car but has been exhausting at times with a full school load on my hands as well. I’ve done my best to clear the debts that were placed upon me after my divorce in 2018, but everything that I do just seems to not be enough. On the morning of 10/23, my account went into the negative and I’ve exhausted any means to get assistance from any other source. I consolidated all of my debts into one major loan and paying it back has just become very tough. I’ve done well to clear about 20K of my debts but there is still about another 40K that still sits over my head that I need assistance with. This by no means is an ask for pity, but I’ve gotten desperate where I need help in the worst way. There are other smaller debts that I have been able to manage outside of this loan along with my living expenses.

For anyone who can assist me, I thank you in advance because I dedicate myself to stay on top of my finances and do the best that I can every day to live the best way that I can. My stepmom was recently diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer and is a diabetic and on this past Sunday, my dad’s seizures appear to have come back as he had one while in church. All is well with both now, but I’m just stretched then when it comes to trying to help my family and maintain what I have to do for myself on the daily. Stress levels are a little high now, but with faith, I know that all of this will pass. In the meantime, I’ll be looking for a 2^nd job to attempt help with the debts and bring me back to a place where I have a little control over my finances again. Any help is appreciated with gratitude as I continue with my life to be successful. Thank you all!

My name is Salvatore and I am a single parent in need of help. I know that I am not special by any means and honestly I wish I was the one in a position to help people not the one asking for help. My life story in short is as follows: I was born in 1984 and my older sister, Aja, was born 1 year and 4 months before myself. My parents were drug addicts , my only memory of them is living in a truck and eating twinkies for breakfast as my mother , father and some other guy slept in the back and shot heroin. They would let us run around alone so they could do so in private but police do not like a 2 and 3 year old running around alone in a parking lot in Anaheim  so we , at that age , were put in foster care . My first foster home was very abusive in very horrible ways …a pattern that would follow me through most all homes. My sister and I missed our parents in our first foster home . In this home i was abused and my sister was as well both sexually on me physically harming. At some point we moved in with my aunt and her girlfriend. My sister had it good but they didnt like boys i guess so they would lock me in my room only to leave for school and to eat . The stuff they did to me was dark so i spare you but do know making a child pick which piece of wood wrapped in duck tape he was to be beaten with then sitting waiting for it and then 5 mins straight of being beaten caused be to develop very bad anxiety. One beating was so bad my sister had to call the police and the next day a social worker came and removed us from the house and took me to the hospital where i remember over hearing that it was the worst case of child abuse the doctor had ever seen personally. Next few years my sister and I were  Separated a few times as it turns out some families don’t seem to care if siblings stay together or not and so she would be adopted out and placed in a family and I would stay in the children’s home until finally we were adopted by very nice woman when I was in 8th grade and my sister is a freshman in high school. Eventually she gave us the option to meet our mom …the worst decision of my life . We both moved to where my mom lived in boise idaho and with in the first two years i knew my mom was still an addict and mean drunk . During and argument between my sister and mother my sister got in her car and left . I never saw her again …she was killed in a car wreck a mile away. I lost everything …my sister , my best friend my protector.  10 years later and too much depression to handle my daughter came into this world . I named her after my sister. My daughters mother didnt want to be a mom at that time so i raised her on my own and things were good. For a time . I was injured at work very bad but that allowed me to raise her and be there for her.  I even started school . But the bad luck started again recently. I lost financial aid for school and got laid off from work . I had some cash saved up as I am an artist and have sold paintings for years and just last week my house was broken into while i was gone for 45 mins. My heart sank as i walked through my back gate and saw the screen to my kitchen window off. I go inside and all valuables are gone and all of my cash gone…my life savings. Now im Not saying she did it but my mother was one of the only people who knew were I kept stuff and she is a horrible person and addict and just so happened to turn off my cell phone (i have no credit so my phone was tied in with hers)  minutes after the break in . I called the cops and reported it and suddenly couldnt call my daughter or anyone else. I feel as if nothing works for me and im tired of it . And sad and stressed out . I need help but have no one to ask . And so i am asking you to please just help with whatever you are comfortable spending. I need to get back on my feet . I meed to make my daughter happy again . I need to be happy again. Its where she has 100 percent started to notice my stress and sadness and its not fair i just want her to be proud of me and happy again and its hard to not want to give up when i dont have a penny to my name right now . I owe three months  rent and three months of storage unit rent and just need some security and to finish school . Im sorry if this brings you down i hate to seem like the feel bad for me guy im just at a brick wall and could really use some help . Thank you

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I’ve been on pins, needles and eggshells because he keeps it that way. He’s Three years older than me and quickly became one of the family. He had everyone charmed. My parent’s adored him. He’s fun, exciting, loves to laugh and make people happy. A real people person. At 17 he had  A job and his own car and would kindly and quickly fix anything he could at the drop of a hat.

I am a subdued personality.  Just the type he needed. I was pregnant and married to him at 16. He promised my dad he would take care of me and claimed he believed in hard work and family. Sounds good, right?.

Things were pretty good while we lived with my sister and her family. A few months later we moved into a rented trailer out in the ding weeds.

Our baby was born in September and my family moved south the following March. My sweet Joy was Six months old.

Mike’s behaviors brought to my mind thing’s I heard, such as “Guys just grow up slower and he’ll grow out of it. Love endures all. Remember your vows. We’re married to better for worse. Your parents know what’s best for you.

During our dating day breakups, he simply would not stay away from me and my family. I never told why I broke up nor did I cry.  I was brought up to care about other’s first, but not to burden anyone with my problems. I was taught that nothing goes outside of these wall’s.

My parent’s alcoholism and fighting would never be a part of my new family. I know how it felt and no way was I gonna scare my baby regardless of Mike’s constant accusations of infidelity and partying.

His first attack happened when Joy was 2 weeks old. Embarrassment and self disbelief, caused my stumbled attempts to tell mom what Mike had done. She adored him and I was certain she wouldn’t possibly believe he could be capable of such hateful disgusting behaviors. That was the last day my baby was able to nurse. My milk wouldn’t let down. I had a vision of, if I told mom, that dad would go after Mike and even get my strong big brother after him. It happened Twice in the past against neighborhood bullies on my behalf when I was younger and couldn’t let that happen. I loved all of them so much!

I had 5 page’s written out of hateful abuse from Mike before I realized that this is a never-ending story, so I’ll cut to the quick and simple state that I call myself Abuse Victim Anonymous. I’ll add, there are millions of us. I’m not an unusual fact. I am however not asking for a handout. I’m asking for a hand up. I have so much to share with my true life experiences. Warnings of what to watch out for, so other’s hopefully don’t end up where I’m at. Especially those who are young like I was. We come from all walks of life. I’m finally ready to stand up for myself and hopefully other’s. I need to learn how to run a website. I can’t do it because I’m here all the time and so is Mike. I can’t be alone because he needs the control. He can’t stand not knowing what I’m doing and where I’m at. As long as he has his S.S., beer, T.V. and me, where he wants me, then that’s how it is. I’ve been raped ( Two of my babies) Kicked, shoved into and inside of things and other objects. I’ve had his fist in my head 3 times. Long story. He was pretending to be asleep. I.’ve been kneed in my back and kept in the dark and cold. Had mysterious ills, been brainwashed and been his slave. I’ve been set up in many ways, including younger, stronger girls sent to beat me up. He uses others to bully band wagon against me when I finally get a free time away from him. He’s out there everywhere. I’m not and can’t put my defence up against his lies. Sorry about the rant. There’s so much more. A lot more. Every one of us victims have a story to tell and like myself most don’t  tell, because FEAR is the biggest reason why. Threats on every level. From the killing themselves to stealing the bady so I’ll never see her again. All about abuse, in every way to have sick control over me.  During one of his daily drunken spells, he said the reason he can’t stand me is because he was forced to marry me. That’s why, in his sick head he is able to reason away how he treats me. It wasn’t his choice to keep the baby.

I am lucky to have WiFi and a cheap computer. As long as I have YouTube then I’ll leave him to his T.V.  He don’t want anything to do with internet so I assume  that he don’t know what I’m doing is possible. I really don’t know much of what I’m doing on the internet either.

Even though monetary abuse is among his controling abuses I have been able to get enough money to get a D. B. A. Then a P.O. Box. Nerve wracking. This is nerve wracking.  Like I said I don’t know much about computers and internet. I’m learning though, when I can,  I have  typed out short stories after the drunk abuser crashes. I want to be able to put them out there for others to learn and listen to. I need to be free from him. I need have alone time to learn to have a website so I can make it on my own. Why not just leave, go to the safe house, get a job etc. Been there. We deal with controlling abusers. They have their , so called ( people everywhere ) Any way, being safely tucked in, (which is, by the way,  what getting used to seclusion is all about)

Here is a picture of what I want to achieve. This one is 3,133 words. I have other’s. Wonderful you 1 and 2.  Head games,  and working on several more. Not an easy task reliving what has been done to me and my kid’s.

Thank you in advance for helping me . I want to be able to help others out of the same honorable crap I’ve had to deal with for years.

I’m told 3 Thousand should get me a divorce as long as he don’t dispute it. Wish me luck. I have need of a vehicle. 5 Thousand for a decent one that will be tended if there is issues. Freedom from this old tin can my abuser calls for my home. 3 Thousand to settle elsewhere, giving me time to get counseling and learn how to run a website.

PayPal me please at  avictim@protonmail.com   My p.o. Box is Abuse victim anonymous support,  P.O. Box 204, Salamanca . N.y. 14779.

Thank you in

My mother married a man when I was 4. That same year he started sexually molesting me. I remember telling my mom “he touches me in ways I don’t like”, “he makes me uncomfortable”, and even started taking showers are 5 years old to avoid bath time. I have memories telling her this from ages 4-9. She always told me the same thing, “you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with ever.” And I would always ask, “how do I tell dad no?” and he response was always the same, “you don’t, he’s the adult”.. well by 9 years old I stopped complaining and just did everything in my power to avoid those situations. I also started walking to the church down the street every Sunday even though I hadn’t been raised with religion. Fast forward to 11 years old and my mom comes home early from night classes to find dad “putting me to sleep” except he was exposed trying to get me to service him. She immediately kicked him out and told me everything was going to be ok and I’d never have to do that again. I also have an sister three years older than me who was also being abused but she had learned to capitalize on it. He gave her money, cigarettes, and alcohol. So when he left she had nothing to fill her anymore. My brother who was only a year younger had no idea what was going on or why dad had been forced to move. My mom cried every day, but I felt safe for the first time ever. I felt justified, I was right the whole time! But after only 2 weeks everyone started complaining and wondering when things would “go back to normal”. I was the only reason he wasn’t allowed back. I was uncomfortable, I said no. I was 11 years old and after 3 months of guilt trips from my brother, my sister, and yes even my mother (she was so lonely and “I was breaking her heart”), I caved.. the first year they fought a lot, and we all started going to therapy. Then my mom attacked my sister and me telling us we were sluts and trying to steal her husband. Both my parents basically spent the rest of my teenage years drunk. Both my brother and sister dropped out freshman year in high school. I applied to a Technical school and graduated. Got my first job sophomore year, worked 2 jobs the end of junior year through mid senior year (needed to focus on finals and SATs). I had honors in English and History the whole time, a few As in science and I completely failed Pre-Cal. Not that I didn’t get out unscathed, my dad, who is great at chess btw, would do things, say things, and it would trigger me. I actually wanted what he was offering.. but I wasn’t going down that road. I slept around, a lot. I never had a boyfriend for more than a month. Didn’t believe in love. Still I was looking at a bright future. Got another job out of high school, went to a local community college, and moved out of my parents house, had my first 3 month relationship (we are still friends today). A year of struggle and I lost my financial aid because I had to move to a part-time student in order to pay my bills. Couldn’t’ afford it so dropped out after 2 semesters and only 12 credits to my name. At the time I worked for a mom and pop limo service with my mom. Her and my dad were having trouble paying the bills (my dads sister was getting a divorce and as the ‘head of household’ it was his responsibility to support her and her kids, while supporting my drug addict sister and her 2 kids, and my nana, plus sending money to my brother in the military every week.) I was pressured into quitting my job, moving back in with my folks (those issues were years ago and we can all move on right?) It wasn’t bad, I never saw them. My brother visited over the holiday and his best friend and I hooked up. I got pregnant, boyfriend left me, and brother blamed me for being a slut. Joseph was born 8 months later, and I began my plans to leave. Took my until Joey was a year and a half, and my mother stealing over $1000 from me to try to stop me, but I got on a plane and moved to the other side of the country. Lived peacefully for a couple months before I got my first real boyfriend. He gave me all the things I thought I wanted. He manipulated and used me but I was blind because someone understood me and loved me anyways, or so I thought. Couple months in he’s living with me and I discovered hes a heroin addict. I kicked him out but then it became a 5 year struggle or him being clean, relapsing, becoming an alcoholic, and eventually hitting me. In that time I had a daughter, Evelyn, and both my boyfriend at the time and I had moved to my parents house to save for a house of our own. Being in that house with my daughter triggered so many problems. I finally saw that I was an in an abusive relationship, that it was affecting my son (daughter was only a year at the time while son was 6). I couldn’t stay in that relationship or that house, but bomb shell, I was pregnant again. Broke up with boyfriend, kicked him out, got an abortion (which I’ve always been strongly against). They told me at the clinic to expect depression for about 3 months and to call a number if I needed help. They were right! I died inside, I stopped everything. One day I was contemplating ending my life and realized what a horrible thought it was when I was so blessed to have 2 children that needed me, and if I died they would be stuck with my parents.. I needed space to think and decided the 24 hours should be safe to leave my kids with my mom so I could think clearly. Told my mom, left at 9am and called at 7am to check on my kids and tell my mom my plans to leave for a shelter tonight and file against her husband for the abuse I suffered as a means of recovery, especially considering family has by all accounts completely forgotten that he is a predator. They leave him alone with my nieces constantly and everyone who isn’t related can see that my niece has been abused but my family ignores it. He pays all their bills and is soft spoken, and friendly, runs a business, and goes out of his way to help people. Well at 10am my mother filed for emergency guardianship due to abandonment. When I got there there was an ambulance waiting to take me for 72 hour observation or I could go to jail. WTF right? I called Child Services and begged them to get my children. They agreed but only my dad’s sister was available to take them.. fine just get them to a safe place. I was released Monday morning, homeless, jobless, and no way to get to my kids. In swoops my ex to save the day and give me a place to stay. We agree to work on things and get the kids back. 3 months later I’m pregnant again, hes drinking again, and I’m no closer to my kids. He attacked me while I was driving for throwing his open container out my window. I pressed charges, kept the baby, and lived in my car. Creepy homeless people harassing me so I get a dog. Aunt stops accepting daily calls and files for custody. Now I have to go to court every 3 months. Trying to get a job or housing without an address is extremely difficult. A friend 1 state over by the boarder offered to help so I zip over there to live in her camper. Well her husband didn’t agree and sent me packing but I had no gas so I lived in my car at the Stop and Ride closest to her house at 4 months pregnant. It eventually broke in November. Her brother started helping me out when he could and now we have been together for over a year. We sublease an apartment together only to find out subleasing is illegal and got kicked out. But not before I had Nikolas. When we got kicked out I had a job but no car to get my son to his sitter. My sister, who has been clean for 2 years offered to watch him mon-fri and my mom would drive him back on the weekends. Perfect! Except they never brought him back.. I talked to my sister daily for 3 weeks as my mom gave excuses as to why she couldn’t bring him back. Then one Saturday my sister stopped answering. I called everyone frantically for days. Thursday the next week I got a text from my aunt of a document telling me I needed to be in court Friday morning to dispute the emergency guardianship she filed for Nikolas on Monday.. devastated can’t begin to describe how I felt. I kept working at the dog daycare for a month but quit because the dogs were abused and neglected and I got reprimanded for doing things to make it better. My boyfriend didn’t mind, we were living with his mother and she hated me. Eventually kicked us out., and we bought a camper off a friend and made an agreement with his sisters husband to put it on their property, and use their stove and bathroom. Well that was a nightmare. The brother-in-law was an asshole, first his wife couldn’t work or leave the house because she was a “house-wife” then he couldn’t afford the bills so she had to get a job but still wasn’t allowed out and had zero say in anything. They fight a lot. My boyfriend and I don’t, we are very respectful to eachother and support one another. We have agreed to a classic relationship where I care for everything except making money, and trash, those are his jobs. They got jealous, tried breaking us up multiple times, and went back on their word about the rental situation. It became a legal matter that went in our favor but that was that, we moved to a campground. Now it has been 3 months since I have seen my children because my aunt is ignoring court order knowing I don’t have the means to file contempt with the final hearing for custody coming up at the end of the month. She’s fighting to keep them so my parents can be in their loves as I currently have a restraining order against them. During this whole time my family has slandered me talking about my mental health and how I have problems I need to figure out, duh! But I’m in no way incompetent or a danger to anyone or myself. Just recently I have been receiving messages from distant relatives asking about my drug or alcohol addiction.. I have never once been a drug addict, yes I have tried some BEFORE I was a parent and I smoke weed and cigarettes but nothing else even recreationally. I do drink, but never more than 3x a week and that includes a beer or wine with a meal..and that’s not to say I haven’t gotten drunk in my depression these last few months but again it’s often.. I’m at a complete lose. We save, we are forced to move and are left with nothing. We have had enough to move in to places but because I have a 70lb dog we keep getting denied. I am here to beg for financial assistance in getting a place to live so I can get my children back. So I can keep them safe from my abusive severely diluted family. Please, I am not perfect, I make mistakes as you can see, but I am a good mother, and I love my children more than air. They are my reason for existing. My Savior Joey who gave me direction in life, my light Evelyn, who reminds me of joy in the darkest times, and my gift Nikolas, who was God’s way of reminding me that every day is the present.

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Hello… My Name Is Bryan Morales, I Work At Joe Dimaggio Children’s Hospital As A Full-time Housekeeper. I Am Brother To A Smart, Sweet & Amazing Little Sister Named Marcela & Son To An Amazing, Loving, Caring & HardWorking Woman Named Maritza. My Mom Migrated To The US In 1999 With Me & My Two Sisters Ingrid The Oldest, & Estefany My Younger Sister To Reunite With My Father A Carpenter Who Left Nicaragua Looking For A Better Future For Us. Since Our Arrival To The USA Life Has Been A Real Roller Coaster For My Family & Not For The Better, Especially My Mom Who Underwent Through An Abusive Relationship With My Dad Who Was A Heavy Drinker At The Time. My Mom & Dad Got A House Together Under Section 8. Not Knowing What They Were Getting Into My Dad Made A Desperate Choice The Buy A House That Had Structural Problems Without Proper Insurance Because The House Was Cheap. My Dad Thought As A Carpenter He Could Fix The Problems Later, Which Then Became A Major Problem For Him. The House Had Leak Problems With The Roof. Later That Year We Had A Hurrican. You Could Probably Guess What Happened Next. After The Hurricane, In 2003 My Mom Gave Birth To A Wonderful Baby Sister A Gift Named Marcela. We Were Living In A House That Was Virtually Destroyed, It Leaked Everywhere, The Rain Water Rotted The Wood Structuring The House, Pieces Of The House Started Falling And The Insurance Did Not Cover The Damages After The Hurricane. My Dad Did His Best To Keep Everything Standing But The Hard Work Eventually Got To Him, In August Of 2012 After Years Of Trying To Keep Everything Standing My Dad Had A Fatal Heart Attack Driving From Work Home That Evening, See My Dad Was Not A Bad Dad He Was A Hard Working Man Trying To Support An Entire Family On His Shoulders And My Mom Knew It That’s Why Despite His Habits Of Drinking And Having Tantrums Of Desperation She Was There By His Side Comforting Him as Much As She Could. My Mom Broke In Shock After My Dad Died. The Stress Of Debt And A House Crumbling Down And Children To Feed And Take Care Of Got To Her She Was Out Of It. During That Time We All Slept On The Only Room That Did Not Leak In The House To Keep My Mom Comforted, My Older Sister Took The Roll Of The Provider In The House And Helped My Mom With The Bills And Finances Not Enough Money Was Coming In. The House Went Into Foreclosure And My Mom Was Forced To Make A Short Sale. My Sister Took The Wheel And We Started Renting, We Rented A lot, We Kept Moving And Moving & Moving My Sister Was Amazing She Dealt With A lot Of Situations Like A Champ But She Needed Help With Bills And Rent Money My Mom Helped, My Younger Sister And I Started To Work, That Way Between Us Three My Mom Could Save Her Money To Buy A House. My Older Sisters Weakness Has Always Been The Boyfriends. She Lets Them Take Control Of Everything And Everyone In The House. Every time She Has A New Boyfriend She Becomes Very Verbally Abusive If Someone Expresses Their Self In A Negative Light About Any Boyfriend She Chooses For A Partner, Lets Just Say Shes Not Good Choosing The Right Types Of Guys, Her Most Recent Boyfriend Became Her Husband & That’s Not The Worst Part He Is A Liar, A Manipulator, Heartless, And A Greedy Theif. I Know This Because My Sister Became Exactly That, My Younger Sister Had An Amazing Future Ahead Of Her And They Both Manipulated My Younger Sister Into Taking A Wrong Path, You See My Older Sister And My Younger Sister Are The Only Ones That Drive, The Can Get Around. Me, My Mom & My Little Sister Don’t Drive We Have Become Dependent On Them. My Youngest Sister and I Were Very Close So Close We Used To Do Everything Together. Now She Is Very Verbally Abusive Because Of My Older Sister And Her Husband… Pete Allando Bowman. Pete While We Lived In One Of The Past Rentals Started A Conflict Between My Grandma And My Older Sister They Bullied Her Out Of The House Because My Grandma Was the Only Person Looking After The House When No One Was Around. So He Manipulated My Older Sister Into Conflict With My Grandma So That When Ever He Was Alone He Could Manipulate & Steal What Ever He Wanted From Us With Out Us Knowing. My Grandma Was Taken To Live With My Aunts So She Would Be Apart, My Older Sister Became So Abusive Taking Advantage Of Our Trust She Practically Does Anything He Asks Her In Order To Be With Him. My Mom Confronted Her About The Situation And It Only Got Worse My Older Sister Started Bullying My Mom And Teasing My Little Sister Which Made Me Get Involved & Take A Stand For Them, My Older Sister & My Younger Sister Are Trying To Bully Us Into Renting With Her Husband Who I Have A Feeling Will Exploit Me, My Mom, And Tease My Little Sister In This New Rental. He Secluded Us Away From Family, Turned My Sisters Against Us, They Are Already Verbally Abusive, They Degrade Us & Make Us Feel Little. My Sister Tells Him Everything We Do. He Does Everything For His Benefit. I Have A Clean Record, I Have Built No Credit, I’m Searching For A Home, Trying To Find A Solution To This Problem, The Dead Line To Get Out Of The House Is October 15, I Am Afraid That By October 15 I Will Be Homeless With My Little Sister & My Mother. I Feel Stuck Like I Can’t Do Anything About It Because Its Only Me Taking Care Of My Little Sister & My Mom. My Mom, My Little Sister & I Don’t Sleep Well. I’m Desperate & In Need Of Help, I Took a Stand To Face The Problem And Now My Sisters Are Abusive To Me. I Told Them I Would Be Moving Out With My Mom & My Little Sister & They Exploded. Sometimes I Want To Run Away And Just Take-Off But My Strengths Are My Mom & My Little Sister. I Need $500,000 To Buy A House… Here Where We Live In Miramar, Florida. Rent Is Expensive In Florida. And We Need A Good Place Away From This Hell, So My Mom, My Little Sister & I Can Start From Zero & Start A Brand New Life Away From This Awful Situation. Even If It’s Not Money… A House That Me, My Little Sister & My Mom Can All Fit Into And Start From Zero Would Be A Dream Come True. Thank You So Much For Listening & God Bless You All.

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