I’m Trying to Save My Life — and My Children’s

I’m writing this with a shaking heart. I’m a mother of three, and I am trying to escape an abusive marriage. I’m not asking for help because I want to — I’m asking because I have no other choice, and I’m terrified of what will happen if I stay.

For years, I’ve hidden the truth. I’ve smiled through the pain. I’ve told myself to hold on for the sake of my kids. But the truth is, staying is breaking me. It’s breaking them. And I can’t do it anymore.

We need to leave — now.

But I have nowhere to go.

No car. No place to call home. No safety net.

I’m doing everything I can to protect my children and give them the peaceful life they deserve. But I can’t do this alone. I need help affording a place to live — even a small one — and a car so I can get to work, get my kids to school, and start over from nothing.

I don’t want pity. I want safety. I want freedom. I want to be able to tuck my children into bed at night and not worry about the next explosion of anger or walking on eggshells every second of the day.

If you’re reading this, and you can help — in any way — please know that you’re not just giving us money. You’re giving us a chance to survive. To breathe. To live.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for caring.