Help Craig Timmons:

Homeless After 12-Year Separation, Battling Multiple Disabilities and in uncharted territory

 My Story: A Life Unraveled, But Not Broken

 Hi, I’m Craig Timmons, a 54-year-old father and veteran employee who’s always put family first. For 12 years, I built a life with my soulmate, supporting her through the physical and mental scars that so often occur in a divorce. I was there every step of the way. I sold my home, no cash out, just to protect her children from ever losing anything again. We promised each other as well as her own mother, on my mom’s grave, to part quietly if things fell apart—like a pin drop in the silence. But that promise shattered, leaving me evicted without a word of warning, homeless, and fighting to hold onto the two things keeping me afloat: my daughter and job. My whole livelihood depends on it—background checks, fingerprints, and all—because without steady work, I’m lost.

 It started unraveling fast. After our separation, I stopped all texts, sticking to emails as we agreed. I followed her schedule to pick up my things, but the emails kept coming: “When are you getting the rest? You lost all your rights when you left.” Then, the bombshell—she was going to change the locks, cutting me off from everything. I was vehicle-less, walking miles to work with two disabilities wondering how all this spiraled out of control: a 100% SSA-rated hearing impairment (pending) and past right arm crush injury. I have had no access to both our dogs aged 7 and 10 (rescue). Can’t imagine the distress they are feeling over the past 5 weeks. Heartbreaking. I am still awaiting SNAP for basics and SSDI but homelessness hit like a freight train.

I slept in my car for weeks—no money, no access to the house or any joint accounts. Absolutely nothing. I was in constant fear my phone would be shut off as I was not the primary account holder, leaving me terrified and feeling isolated. Worst of all, I did not know if I was going to be able to reach my teenage daughter who needs her father. No car, no funds for a prepaid phone, nowhere to go, just helpless worry gnawing at me and completely dejected. The betrayal cut deeper with our shared history. She sat me down in front of her son and for the first time, told me she was no longer in love with me. That was the first time I heard that. Who does that to a supposed soulmate? We tried the amicable approach with living together at this time. Tensions were extremely high. It failed. Then it escalated: She let my entire paycheck cover overdraft fees via direct deposit. I was unable to change it in time. Refused to hand over keys to the car, as I’m primary, with assistance from the police. The vehicle is titled in both our names. Threatened to report her car stolen (I’ve been driving the vehicle for 4 years) because I refused to pay for something that does not belong to me—repeatedly pressuring me to pay it off or sell it, even though it wasn’t mine. I facilitated its return with the local Police Department, only for her to file a civil complain right after. Why would someone do that? I had to immediately go about purchasing a vehicle with no down payment. Astronomically expensive. I was also blocked from adding a vehicle to our current insurance. Forced me to get new insurance at a very high premium. The car in both our names is paid off. At this point, I was at rock bottom. Police reports piled up on my behalf about her claims to the vehicles and ongoing situations. I needed to protect myself. And the dishonesty? She left for a work conference a day earlier than required. This was a week after telling me she is no longer in love with me, leaving her teenagers at home under my care. I texted that I didn’t know where they were. I begged her to come home; she said no. Turns out, the frantic texts weren’t even from her—someone else had her phone. In the middle of this crisis, who allows someone to have access to their phone? Now I’m erased and tossed out like a piece of trash. I drove the one vehicle with expired registration, no insurance info, or title info and a deteriorated license plate that was unreadable—just back-and-forth to work—she was well aware of the situation with her car. It was only a matter of time before I was pulled over. With no car documents available, this situation could have resulted in my arrest. That would have resulted in me being terminated from work. It all blurs into this nightmare.

 Now, separated and alone, reaching out to every available resource, haunted by what a judge might ask in an upcoming civil matter. But I’m not giving up. Your support can rebuild me—get me stable, back on my feet, and reconnected with my daughter.

 How Your Donations Will Make a Difference Every dollar bridges this chasm.

Our goal: $5000 to cover immediate survival and stability.

 • $1500 to pay off debt incurred during separation: credit cards, and the $2K she offered to give me that spiraled into nothing and was never mentioned again.—clearing this lets me breathe without legal shadows.

• $1500 to bridge reduced hours until SSDI kicks in: I’ve had to reduce hours according to SSDI, but SSDI delays mean no safety net. This covers basics while I fight for approval.

• $2,000 for housing down payments: First/last month’s rent, deposits—anything to escape homelessness and get a roof over my head, so I can continue to provide for my daughter and her needs. You’re not just donating; you’re restoring a dad’s dignity, a worker’s stability, and a family’s hope. From the depths of this heartbreak, thank you for seeing me.

Let’s turn the page together.

 FAQs What happened with the civil matter? I have not been to the house for about a month. I also am unable to retrieve any mail at this point. I’ve filed police reports on the current situation. It’s an ongoing struggle to say the least, but I’m focused on healing. How can I verify Craig’s story? Will funds go directly to needs? Yes—transparent updates every milestone. No overhead; every cent to debt, income gap, and housing. Why GoFundMe now? Eviction hit without notice, and with disabilities, I can’t wait for systems to catch up. Your help is my lifeline.