Help the Homeless Have a Happy Holiday

On Friday, 11/22/19, my father cruelly beat me and concussed me for bringing home a corgi puppy, and then kicked me out onto the street at 9 pm. I had previously told him I would pay for the dog in full, care for it, and pay for its expenses, including the monthly apartment fee. But that was not enough. My father would rather lose his daughter for life, than put up with a puppy for 3 months. My father told me himself, looking me dead in the eyes, that he was going to kill me. My father would rather kill his daughter and lose her for life, than deal with a dog that lives a fifth of my lifetime.

He said he’d kill me. “You ready?” as he grabbed me by my throat while I was pinned to the floor and then almost broke my wrist. But my mom stopped him. It is because of her that I am alive to type out this harrowing, but not surprising, message.

My father is abusive. A coward, and irresponsible in all things. I am homeless, but I have been without a home for a while now. I have paid for all of my belongings and expenses, but now there is more of them. I am humbly beseeching anyone who cares to listen: please. Please help me live while I apply to jobs and find a stable place to stay. If this was not about survival, I would not be doing this.

I do not think I am strong enough.
But I will have to be.

Thank you,
Jess