Help us move out of our crumbling mobile home

A message from my wife, Rachel:

So I'm beside myself tonight. I honestly don't know how much more I can take so I'm reaching it to all of you - if you've known me for a reason, a season, or a lifetime - you know I don't ask for help.

I'm asking for help.

Cj and I financed our current home in 2019. Right after Grayson was born. Since day one it has nickled and dimed us. Two days in the air conditioner crapped out... Went to open windows and they were literally in my hands... Rains hit and the same window sill became a waterfall...

Fixed the AC.... Replaced the windows.... Patched up the leaking window.... All came with a price tag....

We persevered.

We cut ties with the friend that had topped this as a fantastic find for our family because of reasons (not because of the home) - she had since turned every neighbor against us. We deal with one neighbor rummaging through our mailbox (caught on tape with our security camera). We get the mail the moment it comes when we are home. When we are not we watch in hope that nothing is tampered with (yes we know what this neighbor is doing is illegal but our reports are taken and nothing is done).

Still we persevere.

The neighbor who had a roommate who ended up with the swat team ripping his house apart after the roommate shot up the neighborhood (street but still) has now gone and threatened not only my husband but Keiara and Aaron for simply being outside. My Bigs want to go ride bikes and play but are afraid to because we know this person has at least one gun in his possession and he's equally as unstable as his former roommate was.

At this point we begin researching options.

Threats have continued and intensified.

Local PD just says "don't talk to them" - we don't - it continues.

We live with almost daily backups with the bathroom and shower backing up my plumber says its roots in the communities pipes - the community swears it's not the case and it isn't on them. It's gross.

Tonight I walk into our bathroom and part of the ceiling stucco is in our tub.

I can't anymore.

I know there is mold in the windows and walls. I know I'm fighting a losing battle. I'm working 90+ hours almost weekly. For what? The walls falling down around us... Neighbors that have my children living in fear...

Fixing a flop that we are clearly too many for.

Here is my ask... My plea for help.

We are approved for a mortgage on a house we can afford and not have to fix things daily.

How many would be willing to help and share a go fund me so I can get what I need to put down a deposit?

This is my breaking point - this is me desperate to make sure my babies are safe - this is me putting myself out open and completely at the mercy of all of you.

Now, from me (CJ):

I am not one to ask for help normally. I literally wear my pride on my sleeve. I have been trying so hard to keep trying, saying over and over again "We can do this, it only costs...." over and over again, $500 here, $100 there, and then it gets worse, $1000 there, $10,000 here.... no one has that kind of money, we can't keep pouring that kind of money into a house that keeps falling down around us.

On top of that, fearing for my life when leaving the house because of neighbors who are armed to the teeth and proud of it, and me, a pacifist... I can't raise a family like this. This entire situation keeps me up at night, I lose sleep going over plans and plots to make money and think of ways out of the situation so my kids don't have to ask me why they can't say anything too loud outside or why they have to go somewhere else to play. I grew up in what could be generously called the ghetto and I was able to play outside and fear for my life less than I do here in this neighborhood, and there were gunshots outside of my house there nightly. Please allow that to sink in, I do not ask this lightly:

So, we come here, to ask for some help, to move our family to a haven, to a safe place, to raise our loves and they can grow up happily.

Here's some photos of what we deal with here: