My plea to the universe (and all the kind souls within) goes like this:
I am a 35 year old mother of two with no formal education. I have had a long weird life, filled (mainly in the beginning) with some pretty terrible circumstances I rarely disclose. I have lived in 55 different houses and I went to 35 public schools, finally leaving school at the end of 11th grade, declaring emancipation from my parents and launching myself into the strange, hectic world of low-wage hell (usually 3 jobs at a time.)
As dire as all that sounds I still worked very hard and even bought a house. I spent my 21st birthday on the floor of that house, marveling at what I had managed. I got married. I had a baby at home (it was an amazing experience.) I kept the house for 3 years before I finally had to give it up because we just could not afford it.
I started over, from the beginning. I had another baby (at home again, water birth, also incredible.) I went through a bankruptcy, a divorce, a gut wrenching split where I ended up homeless, broke and terrified. My ex-husband gained residential custody and I was left without any legal representation and no family to turn to.
I started over again. I paid my child support, I found a decent office job in a giant mega corporation. I learned how to do credit card dispute arbitrations and I got an apartment of my own. I negotiated more time with my children and got it. I worked my ass off. I paid my bills. I did not allow my lack of "formal" education to stop me from moving forward (I may not have had the paper to back it up, but I am very smart, and have never stopped learning). I started a new relationship that lasted 6 years but then ended because neither of us felt connected anymore and my kids never really bonded with him.
I reconnected with the love of my life (seriously, I could type out an entire volume on that alone.) My kids adore him, and I love his daughter and his entire family. They are the family I always wanted and the appreciation is mutual on both sides.
My employer decided it was time to start voting everyone off Cube Island. I left my corporate job with a severance package and unemployment. I started all over, again.
I wrote three plays, all of them produced and well received/reviewed, but they never earned me any money. I make dolls and jewelry and rugs, but have not managed to sell one thing to a stranger - only well meaning friends (and I love them even more for doing that). I work as a personal assistant for a woman who can't afford my services and fights me on every dollar (even though I am pricing myself at least six bucks less per hour than the lowest posted wage my market research suggests.)
I want to move back to my home state and marry my sweetie and live in the same house, and hang out with his family around the dining room table, playing board games and talking about movies and books and eating amazing food (how lucky I am that his family shares the same loves I do). I have been missing him since I was 19 and made the choice to stick with the man who would go on to become my ex-husband instead of being honest with myself and picking the man who was (and still is) my best friend. We have been maintaining a committed long distance relationship for 2 years now. Neither of us are rich, neither of us can move. He would be giving up access to his daughter, his family, his teaching job and his theatre work if he came here. And I would be giving up an apartment I love, and have been in for 4 years, the longest I have ever been in one place, in a city I have grown to love, which is also full of amazing families whose children play and grow and learn with mine.
I can not make my ex move, I can not take my children, I can not leave them, Instead I wait until the youngest has graduated, and then I go home. Seven years from now.
In the meantime, I have to make a living, keep a house, maintain my sanity and figure out how to make myself financially secure. I have less than 40 bucks in my checking account. I have two kids who spend half their time with me. I am behind on my child support. I have 8,000 in credit card debt. I am scared, lonely and drowning.
I have no idea how all this will work, I just know that it will. It always does. And I am typing all of this out to the universe because I have no other place to put it. I have amazing friends, but I can't ask for help. I mean, they might help me but I would never tell them I need help or ask for it. The words stick in my throat and they never come out. I am the helper. I am not comfortable asking for help. I have never been comfortable asking for help. It turns me into an inarticulate, blubbering idiot. It makes me feel broken and wasteful and not worth a damn. I learned the hard way to just never ever ever do it. It makes people uncomfortable. I hate making people feel obligated. The help I need is financial, and none of my friends have money. I would never ask. They would have to say no because no one is in a position to give me money. I would feel terrible for making them have to say no. And really, what right do I have, now or ever, to expect anyone to do that for me?
I have been through worse things. I have lived through them. I will be OK. But right now? In this second? Just straight up financial terror. I want to make more of this moment, and all the moments that follow. I am looking at a long stretch of Taking Care of Myself, and frankly that freaks my shizz right out. I have a lot to figure out. It takes a lot to be a human, in this all too brief time we have to do it all in, and I am already aware that what I have is real, honest, true love, enough for me and all the amazing people in my life. I could be the richest person in the world and still wonder if anyone really "gets" me or loves me or is honestly concerned for my well being, and if I were rolling in cash I could not buy what I have. I have love and respect. I have given and received. I am blessed and honored and grateful, even when things seem ridiculous. It's just money right? Just stupid paper with numbers on them? It's just more waiting, and making the best of that time. I have a lot to do. I have a lot to learn. I honestly care about other people, and I know other people honestly care about me. What else is there, really? I want a hand up, not a hand out. If I can't work for it, it's not really mine.
Thanks for listening.