Ever since I was born, my mother fought her way through everything to raise me... My dad was there too in the beggining and we had an amazing relationship. But throughout the years things started to go wrong... After my little brother was born, to be exact.
My dad stopped having any kind of care towards me and my mom, he would not help us with the bills and he never even once bought me a single pencil to write in school. It was all my mom, and their marriage started to decay. My dad was obsessed with church and all he cared about was that and nothing else, and everytime he got home from church he would fight with my mom and yell . He started to get paranoid and developed a mental illness called panic disorder... He was constantly afraid and It stopped working and all the weight was on my mother's shoulders. He was put into a mental hospital for a few months and got treatment and the treatment made him even worse than before...
He stopped wanting to work and the little help he provided stopped completly so we had to go back to Brazil, to live in my grandfather's house because my mom couldn't take it anymore... we asked for help from our family and friends and we got the tickets and we went from Portugal, where I was raised, to Brazil.
I suffered with depression from leaving all my friends and just not fitting in.. plus my family that lived with us treated me and my brother like garbage. My mom would buy stuff for us and they would eat our food leaving us with nothing. My dad watched everything and never did a single thing to defend us. While all of that was happening, my dad started to threaten my mom.
When we finally left my grandfather's house and thought we were free of bad things... things started getting worse with my mom and my dad and I watched as he put her down every single day and how she never stopped fighting for us, and how hard she worked to feed us and give us everything we needed in school. While my dad would work and we would never see an ounce of his money to help with anything... We lived a hard life.
Until one day, the worst thing happened... I left for school and it was a normal day, I had lunch and I was in my room on the computer when my phone rang, it was my mother. She told me my dad tried to strangle her for no reason, he called her all the worst names possible and if it wasn't for my brother being there, I don't know what could have happened. They got divorced and he still refused to leave our house... and my mom had to deal with all the expenses alone once again.
He finally left but all the debt and rent is just pilling up on us. I just finished school and I am looking for a job but it's hard and I can't help her for now and I'm afraid we won't be able to cope with this for much longer... We need help. I want to help her but I can't so please, help us.