Hello, here I am again, struggling. Asking for help.
But this time is genuine. I am currently being kicked out of my current home.
Before I get into the story of it all, this money is to try and help with a payment on a trailer that a friend of mine is selling because she managed to get a home with her bf and son and with another friend of mine. She is selling her trailer which is very nice and the rent is not bad at all, it is clean with new flooring and she is willing to work with me. It also has workplaces and bus stops so I can get to work or get food if I need to.
This is a chance I never had gotten before and I am now at more of a time limit than I'm even able to process. I have a cat and dog that will also be kicked out with out a single care, as she does not care what happens to me or if I'm out in the cold or if they are either.
The person I live with's excuse is that I "don't agree" with her and "refuse" to work with her. And that I apparently abuse my right to live here. Which is untrue. I do struggle a little with rent but I'm trying. I do the dishes and make sure the animals are fed, I try and help her when she needs it. I try and buy her nice little things and worry and feel bad for her and ask her if she needs help when she struggles. I do help around the house and help those within the home. I know I'm a silent girl, and I like being alone to my own devices, but I'm not a bad person.... If I am cold to her, it is because I live in a freezing ice cold basement with no sunlight and it floods every time it rains and all my belongings get ruined and she refuses to give me a bedroom even though there is one upstairs open. She has walked in on me changing and has not cared about my personal space and has brought stranger men down in the basement when I am asleep without warning. By myself with them. She has grabbed and torn through my personal belongings. She has abused me and I never could say anything because I was scared of being kicked out if I stood up for myself. I took the abuse of her son and his nasty attitude and was told "if you don't like how he is knowing he is how he is then you can leave", and so on.
I asked her why she is kicking me out and I told her I have no where to go (I literally do not because I moved 3 states away from Missouri and sacrificed everything to be here) and she told me it isn't her problem and she doesn't care.
So if you don't know me, here:
A little info about me, my name is Emily. I am a 26 year old girl who is a freelance artist. I work yearly at Spirit Halloween as an assistant manager and I work at a Joann Fabric. I do not have a car and have yet to learn how to drive. I use to live in Missouri in a household that was flea infested, mice infested, and with many many animals... Not including the increasing number of recluse spiders where they crawled along my mattress on the floor I slept on with all the fleas and everything else. I slept in a van for a month or so before I moved to Ohio in 2017. This was with me hoping I could have a new life. I am an adult who was never taught basic adult things around the time I was suppose to. I knew nothing about just about everything. Everything I learn is with what help I can try and grab and with my significant other (the person who's parent is the one I am having issues with)
This was out of no where. She was fine and nice to me the day before and now she wants me to pack my things and leave. I have nothing. No family, I can't go back in the place I was in before. I have no friends really, except the ones I'm working hard to get with this trailer. I have no one and nothing. I have a little dog and cat, and the apartments are too expensive or won't take them. She will likely get rid of them, and I've had them for years. I don't want to lose my animals. I've lost enough moving here.
With all this going on, my health has been declining and I've been getting sicker and sicker, lost and unsure what to do, scared. I haven't been to a doctor in years. I'm scared to find out what is wrong with me but I know it has to be done at some point, just not now. I also need therapy and help but again, that is another time.
I've lost a lot in my life, I'm tired of losing. I hurt and I don't want to be kicked out with out a home. I've been writing things down, calling people and banks, I have a chance to have my own place, that has a lot of benefits. I believe if I work really hard, I can finally have this freedom I've wanted for 24 years. This ability to try and have an actual life, hopefully normal, just average stressful. With no abuse, and mistreatment. A place where I could have sunlight and feel healthy and safe. I have people that are willing to help me figure out all that adult stuff I don't know.
I am begging for help because I'm terrified. I need help, I genuinely truly need help, for me and my silly tubby chihuahua and my evil little cat that I love to pieces. Even if I don't reach this goal, every dollar helps.
I understand if other people's cries for help are more important. I understand. There are so many people that need help, and they are important and I want them to have help too.
But please don't forget me, I need help. I can't do it alone and I shamefully admit it.
I just want to finally be happy. Please.
Thank you for reading my silly little crisis.
-Emily
But this time is genuine. I am currently being kicked out of my current home.
Before I get into the story of it all, this money is to try and help with a payment on a trailer that a friend of mine is selling because she managed to get a home with her bf and son and with another friend of mine. She is selling her trailer which is very nice and the rent is not bad at all, it is clean with new flooring and she is willing to work with me. It also has workplaces and bus stops so I can get to work or get food if I need to.
This is a chance I never had gotten before and I am now at more of a time limit than I'm even able to process. I have a cat and dog that will also be kicked out with out a single care, as she does not care what happens to me or if I'm out in the cold or if they are either.
The person I live with's excuse is that I "don't agree" with her and "refuse" to work with her. And that I apparently abuse my right to live here. Which is untrue. I do struggle a little with rent but I'm trying. I do the dishes and make sure the animals are fed, I try and help her when she needs it. I try and buy her nice little things and worry and feel bad for her and ask her if she needs help when she struggles. I do help around the house and help those within the home. I know I'm a silent girl, and I like being alone to my own devices, but I'm not a bad person.... If I am cold to her, it is because I live in a freezing ice cold basement with no sunlight and it floods every time it rains and all my belongings get ruined and she refuses to give me a bedroom even though there is one upstairs open. She has walked in on me changing and has not cared about my personal space and has brought stranger men down in the basement when I am asleep without warning. By myself with them. She has grabbed and torn through my personal belongings. She has abused me and I never could say anything because I was scared of being kicked out if I stood up for myself. I took the abuse of her son and his nasty attitude and was told "if you don't like how he is knowing he is how he is then you can leave", and so on.
I asked her why she is kicking me out and I told her I have no where to go (I literally do not because I moved 3 states away from Missouri and sacrificed everything to be here) and she told me it isn't her problem and she doesn't care.
So if you don't know me, here:
A little info about me, my name is Emily. I am a 26 year old girl who is a freelance artist. I work yearly at Spirit Halloween as an assistant manager and I work at a Joann Fabric. I do not have a car and have yet to learn how to drive. I use to live in Missouri in a household that was flea infested, mice infested, and with many many animals... Not including the increasing number of recluse spiders where they crawled along my mattress on the floor I slept on with all the fleas and everything else. I slept in a van for a month or so before I moved to Ohio in 2017. This was with me hoping I could have a new life. I am an adult who was never taught basic adult things around the time I was suppose to. I knew nothing about just about everything. Everything I learn is with what help I can try and grab and with my significant other (the person who's parent is the one I am having issues with)
This was out of no where. She was fine and nice to me the day before and now she wants me to pack my things and leave. I have nothing. No family, I can't go back in the place I was in before. I have no friends really, except the ones I'm working hard to get with this trailer. I have no one and nothing. I have a little dog and cat, and the apartments are too expensive or won't take them. She will likely get rid of them, and I've had them for years. I don't want to lose my animals. I've lost enough moving here.
With all this going on, my health has been declining and I've been getting sicker and sicker, lost and unsure what to do, scared. I haven't been to a doctor in years. I'm scared to find out what is wrong with me but I know it has to be done at some point, just not now. I also need therapy and help but again, that is another time.
I've lost a lot in my life, I'm tired of losing. I hurt and I don't want to be kicked out with out a home. I've been writing things down, calling people and banks, I have a chance to have my own place, that has a lot of benefits. I believe if I work really hard, I can finally have this freedom I've wanted for 24 years. This ability to try and have an actual life, hopefully normal, just average stressful. With no abuse, and mistreatment. A place where I could have sunlight and feel healthy and safe. I have people that are willing to help me figure out all that adult stuff I don't know.
I am begging for help because I'm terrified. I need help, I genuinely truly need help, for me and my silly tubby chihuahua and my evil little cat that I love to pieces. Even if I don't reach this goal, every dollar helps.
I understand if other people's cries for help are more important. I understand. There are so many people that need help, and they are important and I want them to have help too.
But please don't forget me, I need help. I can't do it alone and I shamefully admit it.
I just want to finally be happy. Please.
Thank you for reading my silly little crisis.
-Emily
Organizer
Emily Resinger
Organizer
Painesville, OH