My story.
When I was a little girl I was raised on a ranch. I was taught at a very early age that if you get thrown from a horse, you get right back on it. And I did. When I was 7 years old I would fight the ranch hands to the horse trailer and made sure that I was at least able to try first to break every one of the new horses. I succeeded every time. My father raised me with a good work ethic and a " can't never could do nothing " attitude. That's why asking for help is very difficult for me. But I'm in a position now that I don't have a choice. I have lived three different lives. Working on the fourth one now and I'm not going to tell you all the details of my life just the most recent. If you're interested, you can let me know and I'll fill in the gaps. I am 48 years old. I have two children that are grown and have moved on with their lives creating families of their own.
I was married for 23 years when my husband came home one day after work told me he didn't love me anymore and walked out the door , so I am alone. Which come to find out I don't handle very well. My dog must get tired of me talking to him ,non-stop. I'm a big kid at heart , probably the biggest one you'd ever meet. And I live minute to minute. I had a routine procedure at Seton hospital 7 years ago and during that procedure the doctor managed to sever my artery from my heart to my liver completely in half I was on transfusions for 3 days. My liver was dead for 3 days. I survived somehow because I'm a warrior , that's how. And I was given 18 months 6 years ago. I'm still here. I think I figured out the meaning of life which is because it's the right thing to do. That's it. It's the right thing to do in every aspect in life. With all of this happening I have filed for disability which would be the first time in my life that I've not worked. At the time that this happened I had three jobs. I have been denied disability. Not sure why , I have another hearing in February. What this did has caused other problems. I have no short-term memory. I have what you would call Acute Chronic Liver Failure. I run about a 6 and 1/2 to 7. :00 on the happy face scale in the ER when they ask you about your pain level , 24 hours today. 365 days a year. But because I pull up my bootstraps and put a smile on my face and I keep going , people think I am fine. I met someone at church and I have been living in his home for 6 years. He's an 88-year-old man and a friend only. Well I thought. I take care of his large house in a nice subdivision and have helped him on occasion when he's needed it. All of a sudden about a month ago he decided that he did not want me here anymore. I have become a burden. A drain on his finances. Which I can understand he is of no blood relation to me whatsoever even though I feel I earn my keep. I think he wanted us to be more than friends. When I made it clear that that was not going to happen is when he started being mean to me. And now he has decided to kick me out of his home and I have nowhere to go. And I'm scared I've never been in this position. My Ford F-250 that I love dearly even though it was a 2001 super duty, caught on fire in my driveway. So I am now without money , without a vehicle , without a home.. I'm not a drug addict and I'm not a criminal. I have been very upset over this. I'm usually quite positive and laugh at every little thing. I am scared for the first time in my life. I am genuinely scared. Anything that you could do to help would be incredible and I am sure it come back to you tenfold. I do believe that you get what you put out there. This is hard for me to do but again I have no choice so please forgive me. Thank you for taking the time in this crazy world to read my story.
