Hello, this is Beka, and I never imagined I would be in a position where I needed to ask for help—but here I am, doing so with humility and hope.

After 15 years of marriage, I made the heartbreaking decision to leave my husband due to his ongoing substance abuse. For over six and a half years, I endured verbal, psychological, and spiritual abuse, along with continuous public shaming and scrutiny. More painfully, our three beautiful daughters, who are all under my custody, endured it alongside me. I had been functioning as a single parent for so long that I forgot what it felt like to have help. I reached a point where I could no longer stand by and watch us continue to love and support someone who did not love himself—and whose choices were deeply hurting our children.

On August 14th, the day before my birthday, I served papers for a legal separation. I had reached my limit. I could no longer enable addiction or allow my girls to endure the pain of relapse after relapse. I believed that once I left, things would finally become more peaceful—but instead, they became even harder.

Although I was initially allowed to stay in the home with my daughters, it quickly became clear that peace was impossible. The house no longer felt like a home. I experienced constant harassment—in person, over the phone, and on social media. One night, after he attempted to break into the house while we were asleep, I knew this situation was not sustainable. Shortly after, while I was at work, he attempted to change the locks and lock the garage, trying to force us out—not just me, but our children—onto the streets. I came to see our stuff thrown out to the literal streets several times.

That weekend, we had to leave.

I made the difficult choice to go public on social media, and in a moment I will never forget, friends—some I hadn’t spoken to in years—showed up to help us. I was originally given 20 days to move, but that was suddenly reduced to just three days to pack, clean, and leave behind 15 years of my life. It was deeply traumatic.

From there, my girls and I moved from couch to couch, then from hotel to hotel with the help of homeless assistance—until that assistance ran out. Eventually, a dear friend opened her home to us, and we have been incredibly grateful to stay there for the past month.

Amid all this chaos, I had to make the painful decision to remove my youngest daughter from school due to actions taken by the school director that were harmful to her well-being. I chose my child’s mental and emotional health first.

Despite everything, I have continued to work tirelessly—paying bills, caring for my girls, and saving every dollar I can. I survived a work place injury, 2 flat tires as well as my car being vandalized. By the grace of God, a door finally opened, and we were approved for an apartment. I have nearly saved everything needed to move in.

The total required to move in is $3,950. I have already saved $3,500 on my own. In addition, I must pay off an $800 Edison electric bill in order to open utilities at our new home. Since I left, I have not received any financial support for household bills or for my children. I personally reduced the electric bill from over $1,700 down to $800—but I cannot do the rest alone.

Our official move-in date is January 30th.

As hard as it is for me to ask, I truly have no other choice. I am asking for help—not just for myself, but for my daughters, so they can finally have stability, safety, and a place to call home again.

My goal is $1,250, but any amount—no matter how small—would mean the world to us. If you are unable to give financially, sharing this fundraiser or keeping us in your prayers is just as appreciated.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with us during this incredibly difficult chapter. Your kindness is helping us rebuild our lives.

With gratitude and love,

Beka