I've written this stuff so many times,I feel like I'm going to throw up. I was a hard working single mother all my life. Raising three older children with a cleaning business I started as a young girl and in 2004 while raising mu now 10 year old twins,I was hit in my drivers side by a school bus who ran a stop sign and develpoed back n neck pain, fibromyalgia,chronic fatigue so severe over the next 7 years I lost not only my business, but my credit,life savings and everything I worked for. And because of a dishonest lawyer, got nothing for it. After which, though too late to save my future,I finally got on the right medications to start feeling a little better and not two weeks later was hit head on not 2 blocks from my apartment by a careless driver and suffered a crushed pancreas and liver,lost my spleen and gallbladder which will prevent me from fighting serious infection for the rest of my life, I also shattered my right ankle which is now held together by plates ans screws.
Between the two accidents have endured so much trauma,pain,loss, and fear that I dont even know the person I see in the mirror. That is when I look in the mirror. Which I dont do often. Especially since during my time in the trauma unit, they never combed my hair which was long and beautiful and had to be cut off close to my head as the huge matt was at risk of becoming infected. I lost my angel 10 year old twins to my ex who is a monster with a well documented record of marrying bleeding and leaving women stripped of them selves and children longing for approval that would not come unless they hated their mother. My family abandoned me, because I wouldnt give them power of attorney to control my life as when I woke up some 15 days after the accident, my ex was there with them and I knew something wasnt right. They helped him by slandering me to anyone that would listen, so they could hopefully isolate me so I would give up and maybe they could all get a free vacation from what would be gotten from my accident. Telling anyone who woud listen that they would be there to help me recover, even when I protested that they would.
So I got no home health care, and when I said that I didnt need them to take control, but to help me with the more difficult things like groceries, learning to walk again, my internal injuries and doctor appointments, they disappeared and never came back. Upon the rehabilitation hospital finding out my insurance wasnt the greatest, they sent me home in still very bad health, with drains still in my midsection draining from my leaking pancreas unable to walk or even really care for myself. While I was in the hospital my two daughters who were noit allowed in my home due to drug addictions moved in and sold everything I owned and when i got home abused me mentally verbally and physically for three weeks not letting me have food to heal my pancreas and other injuries, making me go to the doctors alone when i could barely walk,slapping and spitting on me and laughing {the one addicted to herion} that she probably had hep-c from shooting up and was spittiing at my mouth to give it to me. They were trying to get me to leave or go back to hospital so they could take the apartment. My sister came to see me once and I told her of the abuse n she said she didnt beleive me and gave them 100.00 for them to buy food for them. I crawled to a bus the one day and got to the court house and filed a protection from abuse against them and the sheriffs came a week later and threw them out. I had spent three weeks hiding in my room, not eating or being cared for and was now alone and with no help from my family could not follow through with the pfa due to my injuries preventing me from getting there. I've contemplated taking my life many times. And miss my babies and cry daily having not even spoken to them since the hospital in December. And missed all my custody hearing because the lawyer who promised to handle that for me, lied and once hired never put his name in as my attorney. Now I am to be evicted next week from my home to the street and I simply can not see the worth in suffering that last humiliation and do not understand why so many people who are able to work are on section 8 having their rent and bills paid while they sit around doing nothing and I'm to lose my angels and be thrown out on the street because I was hit by some careless driver. It's not right. All I needed was three months of help. with my bills and recovery to get back on my feet. My family gave my sister more then that to get her son off of a murder charge. But me being the only member of the family who would not acknowledge them as being better then me my whole life, was now feeling their happiness at watching my life drain away because I wouldnt just give to them. Is there no Attorney out there, who became an Attorney to fight for people who cant fight for themselves at least more then if not for the money ? Who is sickened by these people who with a once a week visit and a once a month trip to the grocery store could have saved my life and the lives of my twins who have , for all intensive purposes, had their mother "die" out of their lives and would fight for me and the incredible heart aches I am enduring ? Or some one to help me save my home, and help me find the help I need to get my health back and my babies back ? I have not lost my pride, I am and always have been a hard working woman who had never asked anyone for anything, but I would gladly beg in town square , if it meant finding help to get better and keep my home so my babies could come back to their mama. Words can not explain, the heart ache of knowing my own blood has just stood by and watched this happen to me. I am very traumatized, having had no emotional help through out these ordeals, have trouble speaking on the phone, and reverbalizing these traumas over and over without becoming sick to my stomach. I also have a chihuahua, who has been by my side through this all and she will soon be homeless too. I MUST find her a loving secure home forever as in the end if I am to lose everything and be put out in the street, my life will not matter, but she has been a loyal, faithful friend and does not deserve to be homeless with no one to love and care for her. Please wont someone help us 4 become a family again ? I'm asking from the bottom of a very empty heart. With little time left. Thank you and bless you, even if all you could do, was "want" to help.
