I was left with nothing but some clothes and shoes that fitted in a suitcase after a break up, sent back to a home I didn't have anymore, and I'm in desperate need of help to get up on my two feet again, rebuilt a home and move on with my two daughters.
We are in need of a stove and a refrigerator, maybe a mattress we can sleep on, and some money to pay our first rent and buy food for a while, until we all find jobs and get our first paychecks.
Anything you can donate to help us will be enormously appreciated. Even $1 could help us pay for a bus ticket to go to a job interview.
If you're a friend that followed a link here, you probably already know how I got to this place I'm in today.
If you're not and want to know a little more of the story before deciding to help or not, I'll try to be short:
In 2016, during a trip to the Netherlands to visit my sister, I met a man. I fell in love and decided to leave my country to go live with him there. I studied hard, more than 12 hours a day, to pass a language exam in order to get a permit to go. And I did it. In record time.
I moved to the Netherlands in May 2017. Two years and a half later, after overcoming so many challenges, after defeating a depression that almost took my life, after many many fights, after investing everything I had in this relationship, after passing the second round of citizenship exams also in record time, he decided my adaptation was to slow for him, that I was too emotional and had too much personality, and mostly, that I was too expensive, and not worthy anymore.
He broke up with me. Promised to help me to start over. But when the time to keep his word came, he backed out.
And now here I am, begging for your help to start over.
Would you give me a hand?