Escaping to a New Life
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My name is Aaron. I am a twenty year old guy with a strange family history, which, to say the very least, extremely strained these days to the point where it has all fallen apart, and we're quite estranged from one another for a multitude of reasons, ranging from feuds, to failed communication, to old debts, and more.
I, for my part, have been left with only my mother and her boyfriend for several years, as she and my father divorced when I was little, and he passed away a few years ago at the age of fifty. As a result of being stuck with my mother, I have moved eleven times within the past seven years, instigated in some way or another by the boyfriend in question, which has resulted in such fantastic endeavors as me having to repeat a year of high school due to it being utterly impossible to catch up, moving entirely across the country due to a breakup, and then moving all the way back when they got back together.
This series of events has made it all but impossible to get grounded in any way to where I have been able to retain any contacts or get situated at all. Likewise, it's made something that should be as simple as learning how to drive an impossibility, because the only person who can technically teach me has made that something they have no time for, and they could not legally teach me such in the first place.
My mother has always had a problem with keeping her hands out of other peoples' pockets. When my father died, my Grandfather gave me three thousand five hundred dollars, the most he could muster out of selling my father's possessions. He held something dear, though, my father's necklace, which he always wore. He held onto it with the intents of passing it on to me when next we met face to face. My mother pawned that necklace once it was in my possession without my knowledge, as well as took all that money to bail herself out of jail and get her vehicle out of an impound. Any time I've had so much as a dollar to my name, she has seen to it that I am back to none before long.
Her boyfriend and I have never seen eye to eye, as he has always been very controlling, borderline violent. Where one has an interest in something he does not, he believes this to be something they should not pursue, and punishes them for it outright. Whilst I was pursuing interests in writing, drawing, yes, gaming, and such instead of automotives, women, and partying, he would quite literally flip the power off in my room to ensure I had no means of doing such, and blamed me for any small changes in power bills-- Nevermind the fact that the man was constantly using an arc welder to facilitate his own hobbies.
Living with him anymore was not an option, and so I have lived alone since Senior year of High School, relying on the school bus and occasional visits from my mother to get anything accomplished due to living in a very rural town with nothing around. Public transportation costs are high, or the availability is nonexistent. And I have since been forced to move to a place where in order to get contact with my mother, who I am still reliant on, she must make an hour's drive in order to come see me. As such, I see her at best twice a week-- Usually once.
All of my attempts at finding work have been foiled. The town consists entirely of "Mom and Pop" shops that are disappearing by the month, or places that have no desire to take on any extra help. I have placed applications online and in person, and have not received a single call-back.
This has been ongoing for a year, and my situation is worsening by the week.
We are having increased difficulty in making any ends meet. The bills are falling behind drastically. In the Winter, this town essentially has the ability to charge whatever they want. I have a very small, one-bedroom apartment. Last Winter, I faced a nearly three-hundred dollar electric bill, doing nothing differently than normal where I face sixty. Their reasoning behind this is because it takes more energy to actually get the power through the lines.
Today, my landlord informed me that if he doesn't receive two hundred dollars or more within the next few days, I will face an eviction notice.
Winter is coming, and if I can't figure something out soon, I will be homeless or living in a camper on the property of my thieving mother and her controlling boyfriend. My situation with my mother is rapidly deteriorating to the point where she would rather send me away, and has gone as far as to tell me that she would find a way to get rid of me if she could.
I, for my part, do have a plan. I do have one person who I've looked to for help during all this time, and has told me they would gladly take me in if they could. This would be the woman I've fallen in love with, but I am very far separated from. They live in a very stable area that's rife with opportunities, where, were I able to get there, I would be quite capable of actually obtaining a job, of getting on with my life, and would be free from the thieves, liars, and control freaks I am currently pressed by.
I would need enough to actually afford to get started, however. Funds for moving, for obtaining a new apartment in such a way that will not put either of us under completely, and for living. I am not a person who likes to live beyond my means, nor do I believe in grandios fantasies-- I do, however, like to be prepared, and I am admittedly cautious, but here, my choices are either to submit to the same ridiculousness that the past seven years of my life have seen, take a risk that has a high chance of saving my life now that I have nowhere else to turn anyway, or wind up in the streets.
If I am to undergo this journey that will let me finally escape, however, I estimate it will take roughly three thousand dollars.
Here is where I turn to you, those who might listen, those who might be willing to help, and ask: Would you be willing to help me escape from my situation? It has always been far from me to ask help from strangers, it's always been a hard thing for me to do, but I fear I have no other options. This is a very hard thing for me to ask, but if you're able to spare anything at all to help me get out from under the thumb of these people and help me get the push I need to actually live my life instead of having it drained from me, I would be immensely appreciative.
I, for my part, have been left with only my mother and her boyfriend for several years, as she and my father divorced when I was little, and he passed away a few years ago at the age of fifty. As a result of being stuck with my mother, I have moved eleven times within the past seven years, instigated in some way or another by the boyfriend in question, which has resulted in such fantastic endeavors as me having to repeat a year of high school due to it being utterly impossible to catch up, moving entirely across the country due to a breakup, and then moving all the way back when they got back together.
This series of events has made it all but impossible to get grounded in any way to where I have been able to retain any contacts or get situated at all. Likewise, it's made something that should be as simple as learning how to drive an impossibility, because the only person who can technically teach me has made that something they have no time for, and they could not legally teach me such in the first place.
My mother has always had a problem with keeping her hands out of other peoples' pockets. When my father died, my Grandfather gave me three thousand five hundred dollars, the most he could muster out of selling my father's possessions. He held something dear, though, my father's necklace, which he always wore. He held onto it with the intents of passing it on to me when next we met face to face. My mother pawned that necklace once it was in my possession without my knowledge, as well as took all that money to bail herself out of jail and get her vehicle out of an impound. Any time I've had so much as a dollar to my name, she has seen to it that I am back to none before long.
Her boyfriend and I have never seen eye to eye, as he has always been very controlling, borderline violent. Where one has an interest in something he does not, he believes this to be something they should not pursue, and punishes them for it outright. Whilst I was pursuing interests in writing, drawing, yes, gaming, and such instead of automotives, women, and partying, he would quite literally flip the power off in my room to ensure I had no means of doing such, and blamed me for any small changes in power bills-- Nevermind the fact that the man was constantly using an arc welder to facilitate his own hobbies.
Living with him anymore was not an option, and so I have lived alone since Senior year of High School, relying on the school bus and occasional visits from my mother to get anything accomplished due to living in a very rural town with nothing around. Public transportation costs are high, or the availability is nonexistent. And I have since been forced to move to a place where in order to get contact with my mother, who I am still reliant on, she must make an hour's drive in order to come see me. As such, I see her at best twice a week-- Usually once.
All of my attempts at finding work have been foiled. The town consists entirely of "Mom and Pop" shops that are disappearing by the month, or places that have no desire to take on any extra help. I have placed applications online and in person, and have not received a single call-back.
This has been ongoing for a year, and my situation is worsening by the week.
We are having increased difficulty in making any ends meet. The bills are falling behind drastically. In the Winter, this town essentially has the ability to charge whatever they want. I have a very small, one-bedroom apartment. Last Winter, I faced a nearly three-hundred dollar electric bill, doing nothing differently than normal where I face sixty. Their reasoning behind this is because it takes more energy to actually get the power through the lines.
Today, my landlord informed me that if he doesn't receive two hundred dollars or more within the next few days, I will face an eviction notice.
Winter is coming, and if I can't figure something out soon, I will be homeless or living in a camper on the property of my thieving mother and her controlling boyfriend. My situation with my mother is rapidly deteriorating to the point where she would rather send me away, and has gone as far as to tell me that she would find a way to get rid of me if she could.
I, for my part, do have a plan. I do have one person who I've looked to for help during all this time, and has told me they would gladly take me in if they could. This would be the woman I've fallen in love with, but I am very far separated from. They live in a very stable area that's rife with opportunities, where, were I able to get there, I would be quite capable of actually obtaining a job, of getting on with my life, and would be free from the thieves, liars, and control freaks I am currently pressed by.
I would need enough to actually afford to get started, however. Funds for moving, for obtaining a new apartment in such a way that will not put either of us under completely, and for living. I am not a person who likes to live beyond my means, nor do I believe in grandios fantasies-- I do, however, like to be prepared, and I am admittedly cautious, but here, my choices are either to submit to the same ridiculousness that the past seven years of my life have seen, take a risk that has a high chance of saving my life now that I have nowhere else to turn anyway, or wind up in the streets.
If I am to undergo this journey that will let me finally escape, however, I estimate it will take roughly three thousand dollars.
Here is where I turn to you, those who might listen, those who might be willing to help, and ask: Would you be willing to help me escape from my situation? It has always been far from me to ask help from strangers, it's always been a hard thing for me to do, but I fear I have no other options. This is a very hard thing for me to ask, but if you're able to spare anything at all to help me get out from under the thumb of these people and help me get the push I need to actually live my life instead of having it drained from me, I would be immensely appreciative.
Organizer
Aaron Francis
Organizer
Shelby, OH
