Desperate times/desperate measures
My name is Rachael. I am, now, a single mother of 1 bio son(19) and 2 daughters(6 and 11) that my husband and I adopted in November of 2015. Just before we adopted them, my husband was laid off. We struggled for 4 months, until I could no longer support our family on my own. We moved to South Carolina with my sister and both of us started working full time jobs. Things were going well and we had just signed a lease to move into our own house. In April, my oldest daughter came to me with some horrible allegations against my husband. I was disgusted that she would accuse him of doing the things she had said. After about 7 long hours, I got a phone call from the police that he had admitted to doing the disgusting things she had accused him of. Not only was my daughters life flipped upside down but my world was flipped, spun, tossed and shaken all around. The man that I was deeply in love with, who I had vowed to spend my life with and who vowed to protect our children, is now someone who will never be allowed around my children. he was arrested that day and will probably be in jail for a long while.
This event just started the ball rolling on what is now the WORST year of my life. My stepmother was diagnosed with lung cancer, which spread to her brain very quickly, and died in May. My father, who was elderly, just passed away at the beginning of August. Because of all the events and quickly becoming a single mother, I have not been able to work as much as I need or want to. I have to miss time for therapy, for Dr appointments, dentist appointments, sick kids, etc. I know people being single parents isn't the end of the world and it is done successfully daily. I did it for 11 yrs before meeting him. I also did it when I was around a huge support system, which I am not around at this time. The only person I know where I live is my sister, who helps when she can.
My hope is to be able to raise enough money to move back to where all my friends and the majority of my support system are. Without some kind of help, I am unable to do so and am unsure what our future holds. This is by far the last thing I have ever wanted to do or to ask help with, but I feel like desperate times call for desperate measures. I am so thankful for all the emotional support I have received from all my friends. And asking for help with money is something I NEVER wanted to have to do. If I am able to raise the funds needed to move, I would be forever grateful.