Hi there, you may call me Bambi.

I am raising funds due to an extremely urgent situation: I will not have a roof over my head. I am at risk of becoming homeless and losing the only beings that are keeping me grounded—my cats.

I left my husband after being together for 10 years. Life at home was never easy, and it was mentally, emotionally, and physically challenging. However, in the past few years, living at home became mental torment.

I was hit by a car as a pedestrian in a hit and run, and my spine quite literally broke and was left floating and a mess for more than a year until I was granted disability. I had my first surgery, but I am in desperate need of another one when I am stable in my new home.

After this accident, my husband began to treat me so much differently... Yelling at me every day as I sat there crying, being put down about my body, personality, and self, and treated like (in his words) a slave. I was never allowed to question him, and if I did, it led to more arguments and crying.

I was never allowed to ask questions because I had to be the obedient wife. There was financial abuse, mental, psychological, and emotional abuse, and in the end... much worse. He would have so many fits of anger, and he destroyed many things that I held dear.

He ended up treating me worse than ever in the past year. Wearing headphones at all times to ignore me, and giving me disgusted looks whenever I tried to engage in simple conversation or ask questions. I lived by walking on eggshells, keeping my head down and trying not to make him angry.

There were many nights when he would kick or punch me in my sleep, blaming it on "sleepwalking." He never said "I love you" unless it was prompted, and even then it was forced. He never gave me a wedding ring. He never wanted to be romantic or intimate, and he always treated me like a lesser individual, especially since I was disabled.

He moved me into the laundry room so we could no longer sleep in the same bed, something that hurt me deeply. I stayed out of his way and tried my best to do everything perfectly, but it was never enough and he always had something to yell about. I was used to crying on a daily basis, but I still loved him despite everything. I still do, in a way, but it's such a fresh wound that I know it will take a while to get over this.

Once he admitted to cheating on me with other men, I left when things became violent and terrifying. He filed for divorce and I fled halfway across the country to live with a friend-of-a-friend.

This, unfortunately, hasn't been the best experience. My roommate was in a similar situation, but living here has brought back so many flashbacks of my very fresh wound of leaving my husband (not even 3 months today). They have psychotic episodes, and I was always terrified of doing something to "trigger" them.

After a simple misunderstanding, and me quite literally being unable to have a conversation verbally due to the very recent trauma I've endured, they got mad and silently handed me an eviction notice.

I am at risk of being homeless and losing the only things that are keeping me afloat in this life—my animals. Without them, I don't know what I would do.

I love with all of my heart, and I do my absolute best to help people, but I am in a situation where I am the one who needs the help. Desperately.

I am raising money to purchase an RV so that I can have a temporary home and not lose my cats, nor my sanity or being.

I've sold much of my personal belongings, though I do not have much.

Please consider donating to help me out. Anything helps, and I appreciate you more than the world. I am on a very limited time crunch, 7/31 being the date when I will no longer have a home.

Thank you so much. I appreciate you more than the world.

~Bambi