…I'm going to make this the first thing I say so that people can get angry right off the bat and scroll past if they want to, but I want to say…I'm sorry. I'm so…so fucking sorry. I'm re-opening my ko-fi donations. We need $3k/month. I'm aware that is completely absurd. Please keep reading. I know some people were probably expecting us to fall back in this hole. I'm…sorry to say it has happened. I hate writing this post. I dread writing it. But I don't know what else to do. My family has been doing fine for a while, it seems. We made it to June, right? But for the past two months, I've been helping pay for my parents' groceries in addition to my own suddenly. That was odd, I thought. And concerning. You can probably expect the bombshell Mom hit me with a couple weeks ago. We can't pay the mortgage. It's going on the credit card. Which apparently is already bloated. Admittedly I'm not sure how we made it this far into the year if we were struggling so hard last year. I'm not sure where my parents got the money. My mom and I are going out today because…she's going to sell the ring of her last husband who died. My last stepdad. Neither of us…want to do this. But this was my parents' dream home, and we're trying to hold onto it desperately. Yeah, we're privileged fucks. Yeah, my parents made a stupid decision building a place like this and throwing ALL their finances into it without a backup plan if one of them lost their jobs in this economy, especially when they work in the tech field during the surge of layoffs and AI. But…fuck. It's so peaceful here. Healing. This is the first house where I've felt at home. At peace. Like I can heal. I shit you not, my chronic pain has gotten easier here. I don't want to lose that. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that when you need help, ask for it. So I'm going to selfishly ask for help, and I'm sorry for that. The amount of money we need EVERY MONTH just to zero the accounts is stupid. We'd need even more for gas, doctor appointments, groceries, etc. This is not a permanent solution. I don't know what is. My mom is currently fighting for Disability, but that won't be enough. So yeah, I'm asking for help. If it's okay, I'm going to beg you for two things: One, is there ANYTHING you can think of to help us get money long term to help us out of this situation. Two…obviously, I'm opening donations. I'm so sorry to ask you to bear this financial burden with us. I feel guilty as hell. Especially since the goal is so high every month. And I *mean* that. It's HIGH AS FUCK Whatever you're thinking it is, it's higher. As I said, this is their dream home. And we're privileged fucks. (My parents moreso than me, who are the ones who initially could afford to build this place. I'm disabled, in poverty, and have no choice but to live with them. I cannot afford to live on my own.) My parents got in too deep. And I'm contributing as much as I can to keep this place afloat. If you see the amount and balk, I don't blame you. Again, I'm so…so sorry.