There is not a whole lot to say about me, but here goes:
I am 30, going on 31. I recently fled my husband; it was an abusive marriage with violence that culminated in my face being broken in December, 2010. I am disabled, and I did everything that I could to earn money until I was finally able to flee this past May.
When I left my husband drained the checking account, leaving me destitute. I live in a hotel right now, surviving on bread, milk, and peanut butter. After I pay for the room, my medications, and food for my dog, I have nothing left.
I only have two wishes that I would love to have granted. One is for assistance paying for a divorce. The other is for some money for food. In a cruel twist of fate, I do not qualify for government assistance because I legally have to include my husband's income (even though I receive nothing from him).
I believe in the kindness of others, and I was raised to help those in need. I do not have any money to spare, but I am always happy to be a friend and listen to someone that just needs to talk.
I hope that everyone has a wonderful day.