Help
I know I don’t have a lot of followers and no one really knows me. I know my content does trigger some people as it’s not very PC or something. But I’d like to come clean here, along with sending a plea for help to my fellow tumblr users. My name is Angel, and I live in Utah, USA. I am a lesbian, and diagnosed with schizophrenia, PTSD, depression, and anxiety. I recently lived in Ohio until last January 2016, a week before my birthday, sleeping on my grandma’s couch, but moved here to live with my best friend-now fiancé following a physical altercation with my alcoholic and abusive aunt after my grandma accidentally overdosed on prescription painkillers. My aunt was continually yelling and insulting me and my cousin, who was also staying with my grandma, because she was angry no one told her she had the painkillers so she could sell them. Yes, she was that kind of person. When it got to the point where I had to make my cousin leave the house to get away from her and her voice was louder than my headphones, I asked her to stop. That only made her louder, more insulting, and violent. She threw an ashtray and it shattered next to my head. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the kitchen smoking a cigarette with a sheriff deputy talking to my mom and uncle. Apparently I had snapped and smacked her, according to the cop. But I don’t know if that’s what really happened or if that’s what she told him. All I knew was that I had bruises, scratches, and my hoodie was torn. I ended up arrested and spent the night in jail, and received no medical attention for my scratches or my mental state. I was released the next day and spent the day with my mom and abusive stepfather (which was why I was staying with my grandmother), following a court date where I pleaded no contest. I was given the maximum penalty without jail time and was warned by the judge to not show up in court again -no matter what- anytime soon. I had no plans to do so. Because the next day, that same aunt who was warned by my uncle not to dare come around, did end up coming around after ‘visiting’ my grandmother in the hospital and took her purse and phone, saying she would get them back after she signed her car over to her. She left before security could catch her. After her visit, she came around and attempted to kick all of us out saying it was ‘her house’ and we were all ‘trespassing’. My uncle pushed her out the door and locked it behind her. She then preceded to go around the house and smashed the windows of the living room, one shard almost hitting my baby sister if I hadn’t turned in time as I was holding her. She left before the police came, and I begged my mother to get me away from the house before the police came, scared and near a breakdown that I was going to end up blamed and in jail again. She took me and my sister to the hospital, leaving my uncle and cousin to deal with the police, where I had to get seventeen stitches in my arm from the broken glass. My mom told me I should press charges, that I had to put her in jail or she would seriously hurt me. I was too scared. I couldn’t. I just wanted her to go away. I ended up in a breakdown there in the hospital and had to spend overnight in the psych ward. The same day I left the hospital, so did my grandma. She blamed me for everything that happened, that if I never confronted her and had just let her do what she wanted, none of this would’ve happened. The next day, I used what money I had left from that month’s disability check after paying my grandma’s electricity and cable bills to buy a greyhound ticket to Utah after my best friend begged me to move in with her, away from the mental torture that was the only place I could stay in Ohio. I spent my birthday on the greyhound. I didn’t care. Because the day after, I was hugged and cared for. Treated like a person and was allowed to cry without judgment. I hadn’t even cried at my grandpa’s funeral the year before because I had to be there and be strong for my family. My grandpa who was like a real father to me. Who listened, took care, and loved me unconditionally my entire life. I couldn’t cry at his funeral. But once I was in my best friend’s arms and felt safe enough to show weakness, I cried. I was finally allowed to start healing. I’ve been healing bit by bit over this last year, the hellhole called 2016. Unfortunately, starting in November, things turned to the worse. Me and my now fiance shared a trailer with a third roommate who left suddenly and with no warning, changing her number and blocking us on her social media, without paying her rent for that month. Then my fiance lost her job. We only just managed to keep the roof over our heads thanks to my disability check and overdrawing my account the last three months. Unfortunately, I am now completely at my limit and unable to overdraw anymore, with my account over $600 in debt. The lights will be turned off on the 13th, and our phones on the 20th. If we’re unable to come up with the money by February 5th, we’ll be evicted and on the streets. Even if my fiance got a job today, there’s no way we’ll be able to get the money together in time to keep from anything being turned off then having to pay over a hundred dollars for the reconnection fee. The state won’t help us, and unfortunately the only way to get help otherwise where we live is to convert to Mormonism and ask the bishop. I can’t go back to Ohio. I have no family that can or will help. My fiance’s mother won’t allow me to move in with my fiance into her house because she doesn’t support our homosexual relationship nor does she want someone as unstable as I am around. So please. Please help me and my fiance stay together and safe. We just need one more month. One more month and everything should fall back into place. It’ll be hard, but we’ll be able to keep our home and stay together. If you managed to read til the end, thank you. Thank you so much for reading. And please, if you can help, either by donating to my PayPal or by reblogging this, I would forever be appreciative. And if there’s anything I can do in return once we’re back on our feet, I will do my best to do it. My PayPal is: [email protected] (I’m so sorry, I have no idea how to do that embed link thing, I’m pretty tech-illiterate)
There’s only three days left before we get an eviction notice. Please, please. Reblog if you can’t donate. I know winter is hard on everyone, but please. I can’t do anything, there’s no shelters nearby and I’ve sold off everything I could. My family WON’T take me back, even if I decided to grit my teeth and bare moving back. This is my only home, I can’t lose it.
