Please take a moment to read and consider my request. I’m keeping things real. I’m keeping things raw.

I am a single, recently divorced, SOBER, hard-working MOTHER who has had some recent UNEXPECTED hardships. I have a difficult background which makes it extremely hard for me to find a job. Currently, I am a waitress looking for something that is a better fit for me, my kids and my finances.

After being told that my rent would be covered to help me get back onto my feet, the rug was ripped out from underneath me when this person decided to no longer help me. Helping me is not part of the new life that this person is living. This came out of the clear blue.

I need help getting back on my feet. I need it quick.

I am embarrassed to be asking for help. Trust me, I am. I'm always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh, but behind this mask is a mom who worries and cries herself to sleep almost every night.

The thought of me having to tell my children that we have to move and then packing up Landry and Knox's things makes my heart break in to even more pieces. Rehoming Gracie is a real possibility as well.

Help me.

Please help me. I am truly desperate.

Thank you.

I love you,

Lindy