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Ok here are the basics of my story. I am a hard working mom of 3. Been with the same selfish man for 13 yrs. Hes been unemployed for over a year couldnt even keep up with housework while I work overnights for a greedy corprate owned pharmacy. One day dcf shows up because the kids clothes were dirty. After seeing a messy house ( thanks to guess who ) an investigation is started . I do all that is asked all is well. Same investigator comes back a year later. Police escort sees no reason for kids to be taken but that doesnt matter to dcf. Children get taken anyway. Begged him to take them to my sister (the one person in this world I thought I could trust) Now because her same sex partner has fallen in love with my children and is heart broken over having to give them back my sister has done everything from false anonomys allegations to telling counslers that they are so traumatized by me that even the sound of my voice over the phone makes them wet their beds at night. Lies to me and says she never said anything like that meanwhile I have all copies of every document stating the exact opposite. Her only response is how can you believe them over me Im family
Nobody cares that im border line of having a nervous breakdown over not being with my kids. The only part of the caseplan i havent completed yet is mr. wonderfui finding a job and moving to a place that doest have stinky well water. What i want to do is get a place on my own without mr
wrong but how do you come up with first and last months rent when by the end of the week your counting change for gas money?

Hello everyone, I've never looked for a handout in my life but I'm at my wits end. I recently re-married and am now divorcing. My house is in foreclosure (which I would like to keep) and my bills are piling up because I'm receiving no help from my childrens mother (I have them full-time). I would love to get a 2nd job but I'm unable due to the fact I have only my sister near me but she works opposite shifts and is unable to watch the kids while I work another job. With daycare ($1100) and my car payment ($225)along with misc bills I am paying out more than I make ($1600). Like I said I've never done this before and I don't know how much to ask for so any $$$ you can spare would be wonderful. I believe in paying it forward so hopefully one day I'll be able to help someone in need also.

Thank you,

Chris

The idea has been brewing for decades. I am not alone. My generation does not have the retirement expected and enjoyed by our parents, despite having been educated and hardworking since our teens. Tried to save, careful with earnings, and at 50, little to show for it. The rat race has run it's course. The urban mayhem is tiresome, and we deserve to retire, relax, and enjoy life before we are too old to do so.
As it stands, I like many others are looking at working our whole lives, and I mean our WHOLE lives. It is wrong.
At my current age, both my parents took early retirement , and have been enjoying theor lives comfortably already for decades. This dream is completely out of reach for myself, and most amongst my generation.
Working our whole lives, full time is wrong on many levels. One being that we are only making others rich, as we toil, grow ill, and spend our days in traffic and cubicles, struggling, for what? As long as we are chasing the paycheck, there is no freedom, and no hope for living before we croak.
A commune does not have to be dozens of dirty hippies. I see small communities. Even half a dozen people, or couples in one large home. This home can consist of a shared building with kitchen and living space, and other out buildings containing bedrooms,bathrooms private entrances and porch space. So you have a place with community and privacy as you choose.
Once I had a roomate situation that was much like this. A large house, S shaped. bedrooms were at opposite ends, and I went weeks sometimes without even running into roommates. In the center was the main kitchen and a living room space where we occasionally got together in. Roommates each had their own entrance, bedroom, bathroom, and living room space. There was a common courtyard area, as well as a private outdoor area for every bedroom. We comfortably had 8 people,, sharing rent and utilities. This made the cost of living extremely low , and we each survived happily only working part time.
There was a community garden, those who participated in its upkeep could just help themselves to its bounty, but there was plenty to share and even those without the time to work in it would benefit.
Everyone was responsible for their own food needs, transportation, and their portion of rent and utilities. It was no problem, and we lived this way for a full decade, and could have indefinitely if the house was not sold. I did try unsuccessfully to buy it.

So, I am asking for assistance making such a thing possible again, but this time by owning, not renting, so as not to lose it!

The place does not have to be glamourous, just roomy, on the outskirts of town, and hoping this time for a pool. And I wish to share it with others in the same manner so to afford others like myself to retire, or at least semi-retire, comfortably. The beauty in this is also that you are not alone, not isolated, and yet not crammed in where you have no privacy. There is someone there if the car breaks down, or if your heart gives out!

I think this is a great model for my generation who has worked hard and deserves the retirement that has been stolen from them. We do not want to burden our children.

I see this model serving first in this respect for those of us contemplating the impossibility of retirement, but also I believe it can serve as a model for a new way to live for all. Share. Pool resources. Grow food. We can enjoy all the modern conveniences, and get off the grid too, gradually.

When like minded people come together and cooperate with the same goals in mind, it can happen.

Need the home, need the land. The rest is easy.

Please consider the simplicity, and common sense in my plea, and help me make this possible for myself, and others. It will serve as an example to our children and future generations. Please.

And thank you for reading this far, I know this was long!

Every cent I receive from this post and others I will put toward this plan which I hope to get off the ground ASAP.

- Jane

First I wanna thank anyone whos reading this. You would think having a wedding called off would kinda save you money but it has done the exact opposite for me, my parents were paying for the dress but now I owe $900 for my wedding dress plus all the remainder of my credit card debt due to all of the things I bought for my ex fiances home that I left without. I got out of a mentally abusive relationship only to be alone and stuck with debt I cannot handle. Any help is greatly appreciated

Hello. My name is Allison. I'm 44.
My father was a schizophrenic my mother was a 1950's mom.
This was back in the early 1970's when people didn't know much about schizophrenia. The drugs made my dad really sick and he didn't want to take them. My mother, being from her generation, was ill prepared to deal with this kind of situation.
When I was 8 we moved to Woodstock, NY on my father's whim. Dad wouldn't work, so my Mom has to. I also have an older brother, Mitchell, who definitely picked up the mentally ill gene at an early age. After a time my Dad became really violent. He asked us all the time if we were afraid of him, but we were all too frightened to tell him "yes". my brother moved into a boy's shelter in town. He was 13 at the time. My brother got into lot's of fights. The night after the first time my father hit her, my Mom moved into a close-by seedy apartment to keep an eye on us kids, but my Dad wouldn't let her near us.
I was Daddy's princess which for some reason still makes me happy to this day. Being alone with him was a psychodelic nightmare. My Father told me that I was the Messiah(we're Jewish) returned to bring peace to the world. My Father said we would find the garden of Eden. I saw a lot of things that I'm sure couldn't possibly exist, but still think they were real.
It's difficult to explain what it's like to live with a schizophrenic. The person can be quite docile and then, on the drop of a dime, become a hideously violent person.
My father never physically hurt me, like he did my brother and my Mom. Nor did he ever molest me. my Dad did make me live in his mind like a cult makes you part of the group mind.
Eventually my Mother kidnapped me during the middle of the day from my elemenatarly school. She had got a legal separation from my Dad. He saw her car parked at a motel that night and kicked the door down. He asked me if I wanted to go with him or stay with her. I was 9 at the time, it seemed that the right thing to do was to go with my Mom, and my Dad agreed to let me go.
My Dad had visitation rights every weekend. He didn't show up the first weekend. We waited and waited.
The next weekend I slept in, not expecting him. Then, of course, he arrived. I knew it was going to be a bad deal.
The first thing my Dad did was try and kill me. He kept saying over and over, "why don't you love me!? why don't you love me!?" He was driving so fast and i was too small to see over the dash. He said, "if you don't love me I'm going to hit that tree and kill both of us!" I knew he meant it. We were going very fast but I got the car door opened and was going to jump it. He pulled the car door closed. I screamed, "Okay, I love you, I love you, I love you." and he slowed the car down.
We went to go have something to eat at some diner. We got back in the car and I promptly fell asleep and woke up in VIRGINIA.
Dad enrolled me in public school. I told the principle what was happening. The principle called my mother and she came with her father. The law at the time was if the kid was with you in a state, that kid was yours. But my Dad again did give me the choice to stay with him or go with my mother, and I chose my Mother.
At some point we moved down to Florida. My Dad was taking his meds so my Mom allowed him to follow us. Things went bad quickly and Mom called him from my Grandma's house around the street and told him to leave. When it was my turn to talk to him he asked me if I wanted him to leave to and I said "yes". He cursed me and said that he wished the same thing that happened to him would happen to me, and I'm not altogether sure it hasn't.
I've never really known how to relate to other people except tp people that are a lot like me. I'm being treated as bi-polar, but I have Boderline-Personality-Disorder and Post-Traumatic-Syndrome. I've taken classes that have helped me deall with sciety better. But the meds don't work so well. I have panic attacks being around people and hearing loud noises, which is at most jobs. I have trouble sleeping.
That was the last time I ever spoke to my Dad. He committed suicide a week later. My brother lives on the streets in Miami. And my Mom remarried somebody that is the exact opposite of my Dad.

I am trying to move to Australia to study International Business at Bond University where my full tuition for the duration of my degree will be $14,420 per semester. I am going to move there with my girlfriend whom I intend to marry. She is an Australian citizen who's mother took her and four brothers from their close knit family when she was seven years old to move in with an alcoholic man who was to become her stepfather. Within the first week of moving to the states and in with the man they children had never before met, he began sexually abusing her. This would continue to happen multiple times a week for six years. She kept it a secret because he threatened to kill her if she told anyone. When she was eleven years old she told one of her friends whose mother reported this to the authorities. She was then taken to a safe house and after a few weeks and his denial of doing so, her mother told her that she was a liar and that her stepfather did no such thing. As if such a young girl could describe so vividly such horrible acts. After moving back into the house and being told by her mother that she was a liar, he continued to molest her for another two years. He also physically and emotionally abused her and her brothers. She finally moved out of her house her senior year and moved in with my mother who unfortunately grew up in a very similar environment (I found out about both their pasts about a month apart from each other). My girlfriend having been estranged from her Australian family and being forced to live in an abusive household for years, only knowing her mothers word to be the truth, was able to reunite with her Australian family this past December. Her mother had told her that their family over in Australia was corrupt and they all hated each other, and that they were generally bad people. She had also been emailing the family about what how horrible her kids were and that my girlfriend was a loose young girl doing an assortment of drugs, all of which was false as she had been with me the last year and we don’t indulge in such acts being that I’ve had relatives O.D. and her stepfather is an alcoholic. When her Australian family came to Disneyland they called her up and she was able to go visit them for their two-day stint in California. She was able to find out just how wrong what she had grown up knowing to be truth was. The family that supposedly hated each other was on an 18 day family vacation involving 13-15 hour flights each way with 12 people ranging from grandparents to grandkids. Obviously they don't hate each other or they wouldn't take such a trip. They were not corrupt, but hard working honest people consisting of two police officers, a brother and brother-in-law who were partnering in an entrepreneurial endeavor and the others working for the family engineering firm. My girlfriend has been seeing a therapist who has helped her in to begin recovering from the psychological damage. She has also been establishing a very healthy and happy relationship with her Australian relatives via the Internet and phone calls. Her uncle has offered to pay for her throughout college if she goes to university there as top schools cost a mere six thousand dollars for citizens. She is weary of going because she does not want to leave me as I have a played a big part in helping her find the strength to leave her abusive family and getting her in touch with my mother who has been the best motherly figure she could possibly have. I want her to go as I know how much having her family means to her. Seeing how happy she has become at the thought of reuniting with her family as well as seeing her father who she has not seen or talked to for 11 years, I know in my heart that she needs to go. As you could imagine I do not want to leave her either and that is why I am trying to get myself over there. We plan to get married as soon as I can get into a career and be able to support her, she wants to sooner, but I wont until I can give her what I feel she deserves. As you can imagine, spending three to four years apart on almost literally opposite sides of the earth would be very emotionally stressful on the both of us and the last thing I want to do is to make her hurt anymore than what she has had to endure.
My plan is to move to Australia and attend Bond University where I will get a bachelors degree in International Business. Bond runs three semesters a year as opposed to the generic two semesters per year of most other colleges. This will allow me to finish my degree in two years. The cost of tuition will be $86,520 total equaling $14,420 per semester, which is the same as it would be at the University of Queensland, which is a public college as opposed to private. The cost of on campus living ranges from $640-$10,040 a month depending on what would be available. I have a road bike that I am going to use for local transportation and I plan to sell my car which KBB value is $13,000 and buy a motorcycle that I can ride for longer trips so I can save on gas. The remainder of the Car money will obviously go towards tuition. I am currently in school in California and trying to get a job while in school. As soon as this semester ends I am going to try for a job on the offshore oil platforms as they can make $1,500-$2,000 a week from what I have read. I plan to work that until September semester would start in Australia. That would give me between $13,500-$24,000 depending on what they pay and whether they use a one week off two week on or one week on one week off schedule. I plan to work while in school full time there. My family cannot afford to assist me as both of my parents are sales people and this economy has greatly reduced their incomes to barely paying the bills.
I appreciate your taking the time to read my post and wish you well.

I'm a 20 year old pre-med. student who's struggling to make ends meet.School's not cheap, neither is love. While most are on this site begging to pay medical bills, assist their families,or pay for their tuition, I am here for a last resort for something quite peculiar. I do not want to strip, steal, sell drugs, sleep with sugar daddies to get the money I need.Instead I want to attain this money from generous people who's assistance will prove to me that there is some pure good in the world. I need the money to prove to the guy that I'm madly in love with on the other side of the world that I am willing to cross oceans, mountains,deserts, different time zones to save us. Me and him have been best friends ever since childhood, falling love with each other was not something we chose in fact I denied the idea for so long. We finish each other's words, sense when something's wrong despite being on opposite sides of the world.Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting my dream of becoming a cardiologist on hold, I still want to fix hearts, not break them but I need to fix my heart first. I can't live each passing day without him, people dream of finding their soulmates. I found my love, and he found me. Please help me make this dream a reality. Love is something people take for granted. I am trying to balance my life while utilizing my mind and heart...help me before I lose myself.

(I might have accidentally posted duplicate(ish) posts)

Keeping it simple:

I need to get up-to-date on my rent first and foremost and I need another job. There are other things too: I'd love to make a Grocery Outlet/ CostCo run to stock up food and sundries... I need new glasses to replace ones lost in a purloined purse over the summer... it'd be terrific to pay down some medical bills or even just go to the dentist (it's been several years)to make sure I still don't have any cavities.

About me:
I'm an adult student, doing well academically. I enjoy the track I'm on and believe I'm on the right one to boot. I carry a full-time course-load and intend to maintain this momentum. I dropped out years ago and am glad to be back (I'm in my 3rd Quarter back) and it's good for my morale.
I'm unwilling to do any Adult work or anything like that. I've tried that route (again, years back) and for my personality it's no good- I just become sad and resentful and wasted (and I'm in love with someone who'd leave if I did something like that and I don't want to lie and he's good for morale too).
I do occasionally pick up odd jobs (housekeeping, catering, landscaping, babysitting, whatever) and that helps with kibble.

How did I get here?:
When I enrolled in school I was just employed enough to make ends meet and have a little slush fund too. One job from that time has had to cut my hours by 75% and the tips during my remaining shifts are also down. The other regular job I was working ended after my then boss became particularly inappropriate and abusive while late in paying me (I'm still waiting on that check which I believe will come in about two weeks- long story but that's probably within all rights).

So that's me. My friends would help more if they could (and they cheer me on and cover my movies and the like) and so would my family (older parents, teacher siblings) but they can't. And my problems are causing problems to others when I can't pay my bills and so even more I want this all solved. My landlord is the opposite of a jerk and I am supposed to be a regular, reliable source of income.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for helping. I will send out a God Bless request and continue to pray- however, if you don't believe in God that's fine too. Have a great day.