It’s absolutely killing me to have to air my dirty laundry in public but I’m starting to think that if I had aired it sooner, I wouldn’t be in this position.
Today (12 March) I have been evicted on no notice from my home of 15 years owing to my alcoholic estranged husband having not worked or paid the mortgage since March 2015. We were served with an eviction notice last year. He told me he’d gotten it all sorted. He lied.
I woke up in my own bed this morning and made a coffee just like any other morning thinking I’d eat breakfast then dive into work just like any other morning. I’m on a train now heading to friends down south. It can happen that fast.
I have no where to go and no family to fall back on. I have what I could throw into a suitcase. I have an 11 year old daughter who’s away at school adventure camp all week, oblivious to what’s happening at home.
I am staying with friends for a few days but once I get back I need to retrieve my belongings, find a place to live (deposit, rent, furniture, utililty bills, etc), and hire someone to move my stuff. I also need to start looking at legal options, and not the ones I thought I’d be working on when I sat at my desk this morning.
If my work has ever been of value to you, please chip in a little bit to get me on my feet as soon as possible.
Update May 2018: I’m closing this appeal. I’d like to thank everybody who donated: your help was literally the difference between a roof over my head and rough sleeping. It also enabled me to get back on my feet, and pay my emergency accommodation, transport, and legal costs. I’m looking forward to moving into my new home in June.