Some of you may know that I have had a lot of stress in my life this past month, but most of you don’t know exactly why.
To keep things as short and simple as possible, it began with a falling out with my emotionally abusive roommate. When she returned for her things, my mother left her alone instead of staying as promised and I was not only robbed of most of my possessions, but most what was she left behind was destroyed - she even took all the trash bags, cut holes in the plastic grocery bags I used to small trash cans, smeared her dogs poop into the carpets, and dumped everything including ash trays, trash and cat litter across my bed, room, and rest of the house . I was slandered beyond imagination, and harassed nonstop until I couldnt even open my eyes in the morning without bursting into tears and sobbing most of the day. She even shut my power off while I was asleep in bed. I had allowed her to get the power put into her name because she promised to pay the connection fee in exchange for the master bedroom,
but instead she had her mother sign to have it waived and lied to me about not only that, but about putting me as an authorized user of the account. I hadno money to have it turned back on and nobody could or would help me at first, and I spent a week freezing in the dark before I could work something out.
After the relief of getting power back on, and being rid of such a horrible, cruel person, I finally started to feel better about everything and considered it a new start. At the same time, an old friend of mine had comforted me and told me of her own sad situation about living in the streets with her 6 month old baby. Despite knowing we had grown apart and she had sunk into a world of criminality and hard drugs, I couldn’t let her live that way with her poor baby. I offered to take her in as long as she could come up with her own half of the rent by the first and that she wouldn’t bring trouble to my home, which she assured me was no problem at all. That’s where my life took a turn for the worst. What began as what I believed was two friends coming together during hard times, quickly devolved into the worst period of my entire life. She used my compassion, fear, and deep insecurities against me in order to take over my home and drive me into near insanity. She threw my things out carelessly, verbally and emotionally abused me, turned people including close friends against me, and played psychological warfare with my mind until I became very unstable and unable to think straight about what was happening. She convinced me to “take a break”’from my job because the stress made me unable to properly function. She promised I didn’t have to worry about a thing, because she would take care of the full rent and bills. I was in such a messed up state that I needed to believe she was telling the truth, that someone would take care of me for once. Yet, I continued having to spend what little money I had to take care of her and our basic necessities. She dominated my household and turned it into a drug den for junkies and notorious criminals, and what she didn’t steal from me, they did. Sometimes I didn’t sleep for days because I was afraid of waking up to absolutely nothing, or worse. Even when she left, somebody was always there watching my every move to the point that I was afraid to leave my room most of the time. I tried to keep my family and friends out of it as much as possible in order to protect them, and they either lashed out at me or abandoned me completely - I had nobody to turn to because I couldn’t really explain what was going on without possibly endangering them. I was left with no money, no freedom, no food, and not even toilet paper. I managed to scrape up what little I could for what we needed but as soon as I did, it was taken from me yet again. When I finally couldn’t take anymore and stood up for myself, I was not only verbally but physically attacked as well, leaving my body bruised and mind shaken. After that she must have seen that I still had some fight in me and she didn’t want to deal with that - she took off soon after with her things, almost everything that was left of mine, the money I had to beg for from my parents, and even things like both pairs of my glasses when she knew I couldn’t see, the toilet paper I had just bought finally, and even the power cord to my WiFi modem when she knew I got no data/service where I lived. I finally gathered the courage to lock her out and get rid of her for good, but now I’m left with nothing and my bills are closing in. My rent is due tomorrow and I don’t have a penny to my name. I have nothing for even basic necessities that have been repeatedly taken from me.
Asking for help this way is humiliating for me, but I have nobody to turn to and I have no choice. I truly cared about this girl and her baby - the picture I chose was one taken of me and that precious baby girl on a night her mother disappeared and left me to care for her child with no idea when or if she would return, and that was a regular occurrence. Despite how long this story seems, it has been simplified greatly, and the darkest parts glossed over. I have overcome the most horrible and terrifying experience of my life and I need a hand to get back on track. Anything, even a dollar would be incredibly helpful to not only me, but my pets I have struggled to feed even if I went without. Not a penny donated will be spent on anything other than bills and/or things I need such as food, toilet paper, etc. I’m completely desperate and begging for help at this point.
- Kelley Hayward