Support with divorce - this is hard…

I never in a million years thought I would be here. I’m not one to ask for help; however, this is a moment where I know I need to. I’m in a situation to be vulnerable enough to ask.

I recently moved out of my house in an effort for my spouse and me to have a moment to breathe and work through marital challenges. I hoped to give us a little space to navigate through our feelings and emotions and decide what would bring us peace.

Through all the challenges of separation, I didn’t have the option to stay in the house that we purchased together. I didn’t have the opportunity to keep my kids in the place that was their home, within school boundaries, so they could ride the school bus to the school that is still relatively new for them, where they have made friends and are performing well, after a huge change in their lives. I had to figure out a Plan B.

Thankfully, by the grace of God and the universe, I could find a house to rent within school boundaries, on a bus route, and my kids didn’t need to change schools or lose their friends.

Surprisingly, I was informed way quicker than I thought that my spouse was planning to move forward with divorce. And in the blink of an eye, I was served divorce papers. I’m thankful my kiddos didn’t hear the process server at the door state, “you’re being served with divorce papers…”. It would’ve crushed them.

My spouse has retained legal counsel, and based on the language in the paperwork; I realize I need to do the same. To protect me. My kids. And what’s fair.

I need help. I’m asking my friends, family and anyone you know to contribute what you can to support with legal fees. Every little bit helps.

At the end of the day, I want my spouse to move on and live a happy life. All I want is the same for my kids and me, which he’s known and been a part of their lives since they were three.

I’m proud of my babies. They have been through a lot of change, and I check on them regularly.. yet, they show up every day with a response of “…but are YOU doing okay, mom?!”

Please. Help. And know that any help means the world to me, big or small.