HELP! Brianna, pregnant, homeless
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My name is Brianna, and my boyfriend's name is Randall,
Randall, 29, and myself, 26 had met in the Military at a very young age. Right after High School I had made up my mind to enter into MEPS, and was fortunate enough to serve. Unfortunately for me, I had gotten injured and was unable to work. I receieved minor benefits to help with my disability. The best thing that happened to me was when I met my boyfriend Randall. Randall was in the same branch as myself (Air Force).
I had to make sure that he knew I loved him from the very beginning; because there are predominantly females in the Air Force. Years had passed, and I found myself back home after discharge. Randall was still in the Military. I received a letter from Randall stating that he was retiring (he had started at age 20). And that he was coming to stay with me. I was with my parents, and still is (for the time being, and I will explain).
We had finally reunited, and I told him that I was pregnant with his child. He was ecstatic. Randall had rented a room with friends of his who served until he could get situated back into reality after being diagnosed with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).
We both mustered up strength to tell my parents that I was expecting. They seemed happy at first. But that would later change.
Randall had landed himself a decent job, and later was laid off due to the company being on a verge of shutting down (Wal-Mart to be exact). He had enough money to pay bills to keep renting out his friend's place. But that would soon run on low. My parents (more specifically my mother) had said that I had gotten pregnant too early, and that she don't want anything with me and my baby. My dad was the one who decided to kick me out and told me to live with Randall.
Randall's friends had thrown his clothes all over the house and told him that bills are costantly due, but with no result on his end on paying them, regardless of his situation. He decided to leave the house, and had later packed up every thing that was scattered all over the place. We've placed valuable items in a storage 12 miles from where he once lived.
The moral of the story? Randall and I are on a verge on being homeless. And We need to raise at least $3,000 to stay on our feet until Randall can get another job. He visits his relatives daily and is seeking employment and help through them and anyone at this point. He cares about his soon-to-be son or daughter. We're basically living on the streets now, but are still in contact with those who we deem that can help us (but are reluctant to). This is our last hope!
Anything matters, God Bless those with a heart!
P.S. we need more than $3,000. But I know in my heart that this could help pay for food to feed the baby as he or she develops in my womb. Also to pay off small bills here and there. Randall posted his car for sale, and I am posting this per his knowledge. This is so embarrassing.
God Bless you all once again.
Randall, 29, and myself, 26 had met in the Military at a very young age. Right after High School I had made up my mind to enter into MEPS, and was fortunate enough to serve. Unfortunately for me, I had gotten injured and was unable to work. I receieved minor benefits to help with my disability. The best thing that happened to me was when I met my boyfriend Randall. Randall was in the same branch as myself (Air Force).
I had to make sure that he knew I loved him from the very beginning; because there are predominantly females in the Air Force. Years had passed, and I found myself back home after discharge. Randall was still in the Military. I received a letter from Randall stating that he was retiring (he had started at age 20). And that he was coming to stay with me. I was with my parents, and still is (for the time being, and I will explain).
We had finally reunited, and I told him that I was pregnant with his child. He was ecstatic. Randall had rented a room with friends of his who served until he could get situated back into reality after being diagnosed with PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder).
We both mustered up strength to tell my parents that I was expecting. They seemed happy at first. But that would later change.
Randall had landed himself a decent job, and later was laid off due to the company being on a verge of shutting down (Wal-Mart to be exact). He had enough money to pay bills to keep renting out his friend's place. But that would soon run on low. My parents (more specifically my mother) had said that I had gotten pregnant too early, and that she don't want anything with me and my baby. My dad was the one who decided to kick me out and told me to live with Randall.
Randall's friends had thrown his clothes all over the house and told him that bills are costantly due, but with no result on his end on paying them, regardless of his situation. He decided to leave the house, and had later packed up every thing that was scattered all over the place. We've placed valuable items in a storage 12 miles from where he once lived.
The moral of the story? Randall and I are on a verge on being homeless. And We need to raise at least $3,000 to stay on our feet until Randall can get another job. He visits his relatives daily and is seeking employment and help through them and anyone at this point. He cares about his soon-to-be son or daughter. We're basically living on the streets now, but are still in contact with those who we deem that can help us (but are reluctant to). This is our last hope!
Anything matters, God Bless those with a heart!
P.S. we need more than $3,000. But I know in my heart that this could help pay for food to feed the baby as he or she develops in my womb. Also to pay off small bills here and there. Randall posted his car for sale, and I am posting this per his knowledge. This is so embarrassing.
God Bless you all once again.
Organizer
Carlos Antonio
Organizer
Orlando, FL