On the outside, it may look like I’ve got it all together… but the truth is, this journey has been anything but easy.

Before I ever became a mom, my life was changed forever. In 2010, I survived a fire caused by arson. I am beyond grateful to still be here today — because life went on to give me three beautiful children, who are my entire world. Every single day, I remind myself how thankful I am to wake up and be their mom.

I am also a survivor of domestic violence. This has not been an easy road, and healing while raising children takes more strength than I ever imagined. For a long time, I truly believed I had finally found my forever — my best friend, someone I never expected would become such a big part of our lives. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out the way I hoped. And here I am again, standing with my kids, trying to find a way for something to finally go right for us.

My children have been through so much. More than kids ever should. And all I pray for — with everything in me — is that they can stay right where they are. Because this house isn’t just a place to live… it is their only stability, their safe place, their home.

This home has been ours for 10 years. It’s where my children have grown up, built friendships, played sports, swam in the summers, shared cookouts with neighbors who became family, and created memories that can never be replaced. This community is our village. These neighbors are our people.

I’m not done here.

My dad saw something I didn’t fully understand at the time. He saw a future for me and my kids. He saw a home where his grandchildren could grow, feel safe, and build a life. He got this home for us. And now I see it clearly — the love, the sacrifice, the intention behind it. I want to continue making memories here, for my kids and for him.

Right now, I am in the closing phase. I am so close — but I’ve come up short because of a financial decision my ex made that is tied to the house. In order to obtain the mortgage and finalize closing, I need to pay off that remaining portion.

This part has been incredibly stressful for both of us. We are both anxious, and I’m afraid his patience is wearing thin. I worry every day that if I can’t resolve this soon, the deal could be called off. That fear doesn’t just keep me up at night — it has started to physically make me sick from the stress.

I am fighting with everything I have — but I can’t do this last part alone.

Asking for help is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But I will put my pride aside for my children. They are worth more than everything. I am fighting — but I need help the rest of the way.

Please pray for us.

Please share this if you can.

And if you’re able to donate — any amount at all helps us fight to the finish.

If you choose to stand with us, you are helping keep my children in the only safe, stable home they’ve ever known.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for caring.

Thank you for fighting with us.

— Brianne & the Kids