Helping Violet & Her Kids Find Solid Ground

If you know me, you know asking for help is the last thing I'd ever do.

I've spent years finding creative solutions, working myself to the bone, and pushing through things that would bring most people to their knees...but I've finally hit a wall I can't climb alone.

What recent years have looked like:

Before this, I was already no stranger to hard seasons.

I lost my mother suddenly and have been navigating a lengthy, complicated estate ever since, grief and paperwork intertwined in ways that never seem to end.

I received a diagnosis of debilitating endometriosis and adenomyosis that led to a hysterectomy, the removal of several tumors, one of which had fused my uterus to my bowels, and months of recovery as my body tried to rebuild itself from the inside out.

Through every single moment of it, I showed up for my kids. Because that's what I do. That's what I've always done.

Every morning I'm packing lunches, getting kids out the door, and dropped off at school. Every afternoon I'm driving our daughter to the clinic for ABA therapy I researched and advocated to get her. I've been fortunate enough to be my 8-year-old son's room-mom for four consecutive years. I don't miss a thing.

Then came the thing I never saw coming.

After 10 years of marriage, my husband decided to end our marriage. What began in September 2025, with me asking for more support ended up spiralling fast, and he declared divorce.

By mid November, I thought we had reconciled. We spent the holidays as a family. He told me he'd called off the divorce. I believed him. I believed in us.

On my 40th birthday in March, I received an email from his attorney. The divorce papers were dated November 13th, our daughter's fourth birthday.

What happened next happened fast.

During COVID, my husband sold his own car while working from home. We became a one-car family, my car. The vehicle I picked out and had delivered to my workplace. It was the car I used every single day to take our kids to school, get our daughter to therapy, and hold our family's life together.

When divorce became reality, I lost access to the car, limiting my ability to carry out the daily caregiving responsibilities I had always handled.

He cut off my cell phone with 3 hours notice, then refused to release my number, the number tied to my potential source of income.

He stopped paying every bill and the mortgage his final month in the home.

When he left, he took the pots and pans (a gift to me) and the dishes my father gave me as a Christmas gift, leaving our kitchen bare. He took the coffee maker, the Roomba, the Ninja Creami, also gifts.... He took the cheese grater.

He took the laptop and the iPad, leaving me with no computer, no access to the accounts, files, and documents I need for the children and for my work.

Where things stand right now.

Responding to these proceedings has been exhausting, and the legal costs have added up quickly. I've already spent $10,000 in attorney fees. I'm rebuilding a household while trying to ramp up work, which takes time I don't have, because the bills are right now.

What I'm asking for:

- Attorney fees to keep my children's wellbeing represented in court

- Car rental costs already incurred

- Replacing the household essentials and technology he took

- A small cushion so my kids feel like life is normal again, they've had to endure a lot of change recently.

I am not someone who sits still. I have a hard-working spirit and I always will. I'm building something, I just need a bridge to get there.

If you can give anything at all, I will be forever grateful. And if finances aren't possible right now, sending good, healing energy our way means more than I can express.

For my children, and for the version of me that refuses to quit — Thank you.