Hello everyone,

I never imagined I would find myself writing something like this, but I am in a very desperate situation, and I have no one else to turn to. I am reaching out with a heavy heart, hoping that someone might help me get back on my feet.

I recently discovered that my husband of 30 years has been cheating on me again. This has happened before, and I had truly believed he had changed. Over the years, I have endured so much — emotional abuse, constant humiliation, and repeated betrayal. For years he made me feel small. He used to tell me that I was nothing without him, and that if he ever left me, I would end up struggling. After so long, I started to believe it.

I gave my whole life to this marriage, and I stayed through things that no woman should ever have to face. I gave my whole life to this marriage, and I stayed through things that no woman should ever have to face.

I work and pay for all my own expenses. My husband only pays the household bills because the council tenancy is in his name. My name is not on the contract, which has left me in an extremely vulnerable position. To find out that he has been spending money on another woman while I struggle to cope emotionally and financially was heartbreaking.

For months, I had been asking him to simply be there for me. I am nearly 50, and the loneliness has been overwhelming. Instead of support, I was met with cruelty. When I confronted him, he acted as though he had every right to treat me this way.

Last year, I tried to rebuild our relationship. I wanted our family to have a fresh start. I paid for a trip, emptied my savings, I was exploited financially and forced to take loans by my husband that I now am liable for. All of that effort and money went to waste. He continued his affair, even after swearing on our holly book that he would stop.

When everything collapsed, I reached a point of complete despair. I had nowhere to go, no support, and no strength left. I made a terrible attempt on my own life. I was hospitalised, unconscious for two days, and spent nine days under mental health care. What hurt the most was that he never visited, never called, never asked if I was alive. I felt completely discarded.

When I was discharged, the mental health team told me it wasn’t safe to return home. A kind woman offered to take me in temporarily, but she can only host me until Christmas. Since then, I’ve been trying to get help from the council and various organisations, but because I work, they say I don’t qualify — even though my debt is overwhelming and I can’t afford rent.

Right now, I have nowhere to go, and I owe around £11,000 because of the loans and debts I took on trying to fix my marriage. I am doing my best to keep going, but I’m exhausted, frightened, and trying to rebuild my life from nothing.

I am asking for help so that I can clear enough debt to rent a small place and start again safely. Any amount, even the smallest contribution, would mean the world to me. It would give me a chance to stand on my own two feet again after years of hardship.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

Thank you for any kindness you can offer.

May God bless you for helping someone in need.