Donate to Help Alexis and Micah Rebuild Their Lives

This is us...Alexis, Micah, and Glizzypop.

I left a 3-year relationship that broke me mentally and physically and knew leaving was going to be the best decision for my son and I. We were offered to live with a family/friend that we have known for 20+ years, to help us get on our feet. The agreement between all of us was, they were going to support us for 3-4 months. During the stay there, (3 weeks) on 3 different occasions my son and I were witnessing an extremely toxic environment and too many times my son and I wouldn’t even leave the room because of it. I was working under the family/friend as a recruiter at the time and really enjoyed the field and had 3 potential candidates in the pipeline for possible interviews for my client. I was excelling rapidly and apparently that was frowned upon. And, on a typical toxic Saturday, June 15th, my son and I were kicked out of that house. No one cared if we didn’t have anywhere to go, no one cared to discuss any reason behind it either. It was, GET OUT NOW! I could have made their life miserable and waited to be evicted, but I did not want to subject my son and I to any greater fire that could have potentially happened. We packed what we could and loaded up the car and headed north to my mom’s house. My mom is my angel, very supportive, giving and understandable, but THIS, THIS was something that she/we just couldn’t comprehend. She has been through so much since my dad’s passing and it simply continues. It hurt like hell to tell her this news, but it hurt even worse to tell her that her daughter and grandson are basically homeless and will be sleeping in our car. Never in my life did I ever think I would be in this unfortunate circumstance, but I have accepted that sometimes life has different roads we must travel and this road is one that has made a huge hole in our hearts.

I was laid off 2 weeks before Christmas last year and have held 2 jobs since, but my contracts ended with them. My son was working and because of the travel distance to and from work and having our puppy with us and gas to get there, unfortunately he is no longer working there. He and I both are patiently waiting call backs from several recruiters and companies and are motivated and hopeful something will come along soon. We are doing everything possible to land a job and get the opportunity to start life over. We have picked up Shipt delivery orders but it’s never enough. We are constantly stopping for gas, and it seems Shipt isn’t paying off except for keeping us busy.

It has taken a lot of tears and many sleepless nights sleeping in a car with my 23-year-old son and my 2-year-old grand-doggie, moving around downtown Tampa from parking lot to parking lot until parking attendants would ask us to move out of the premises no matter how clean and respectful we would be until we finally built up the strength to reach out to my mom and my dear friends for help. This is very heart breaking, degrading, shameful, destroyed of any self-pride & respect that was left in our hearts, and most embarrassing, degrading & shameful to ask for this type of help to those who know us personally, but here we are.

Home is not a word to be taken lightly, we feel homesick but for a place unknown. So here I am, asking for help. Our mental health taking a battering, squeezed in a vehicle with a puppy… I am asking for help. Your donation will help transform our situation into something greater and help us get on our feet as well. Anything anyone can give, however small, will be greatly appreciated and a big help. Even if you can’t donate, please share widely to raise the profile of real cases like this which are happening all over the country. Thank you for taking the time to read our story, and thank you for any help you can offer.

Love and solidarity to all similarly suffering such circumstances.

Alexis, Micah, and Glizzypop