This is not only incredibly embarrassing but also very shameful for me (Rae who is writing this.) The second half of 2019 has rocked my world, and included Jesse into it in many ways. One was was realizing the financial debt my abusive ex left me in, and Jesse has helped clean up the situation so we could move in together, get me a car that actually works, and possibly get my credit score to something that isn’t atrocious. With that, we haven’t been able to build any savings and have been taking it day by day. For a long time, I was in a very toxic situation at work, and miraculously managed to find a new job. I put in over 2 weeks notice, and we went to Mall of America for a small 2 day trip to try and find some happiness, which I haven’t had for a few months. These past few months with money being so tight, I haven’t been able to get the extra chronic pain care my doctors have been asking for, so my physical state isn’t the best either. We wanted a small weekend getaway to try to forget things for a bit.
48 hours after we got back, Jesse was admitted to
the hospital, had surgery, and was there for a few
days. I asked my new boss to start a day later so I could care for the man I love. She responded by calling me “rude,” telling me that I “had an attitude,” and firing me over text, leaving me without pay for the last 3 weeks. We have had to give up gifts this year, and are now facing bills & rent. I have applied to over 40 jobs, and done follow ups with each one. I have so far had only one interview, for a position that doesn’t start till the end of January. The money from this campaign is all going towards rent that is due on January 2nd, or toward utilities, as we will have no money left for those things when we use the remaining money I have left for other bills.
I know it’s the holiday season, and people don’t have much to begin with. All of this has sent me into a
very serious depressive episode, as I’m doing my
best and it hasn’t been enough. I’m just trying to
keep us afloat, as we stare down not only our usualbills, but the medical costs that are coming our way. It’s painful to admit days after our engagement, something that should have been one of the happiest moments, is coinciding with some of the worst moments we’ve had together. I hate having to ask for money. I hate having to admit to myself and to everyone else that we can’t survive without help right now. If you can help, we would be grateful for the rest of our lives. Merry Christmas everyone, and I sincerely hope the end of your 2019 is better than ours.