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Okay guys, I know everyone is tired of seeing these posts, but I really have no where else to go. The pictures above are from the house that my family was recently forced to move into. It’s in terrible condition, and would honestly probably be condemned if someone were to inspect it. This is the only possible place for my family to stay, and we desperately need money to make it livable. 

To add some backstory, I live with my disabled mother–her back and legs don’t function properly and she has to use a walker/wheelchair–my 13 year old sister, and my partner. Recently, my mother was able to get a divorce from her very abusive husband (My father was physically, mentally, and sexually abusive towards my mother, as well as mentally abusive towards me.). After their split, we were forced to move from place to place–first a motel, then a trailer, then my Great Grandmother’s house. We stayed with my Great Grandma for almost 3 years before she recently decided that she didn’t want us staying with her anymore (I can only guess 2 transgenders and a queer 13 year old were too much for her Christian sensibilities.), and she kicked us out on the street.

For a week we had no place to go. We were homeless. Eventually, my Grandmother was able to salvage a house that she owns for us to stay in; and while I’m so grateful to have a place for my family to stay, daily life in this house is impossible. There are holes in all the walls, some as big as my head; the ceiling is falling down in the hall, laundry room, and bathroom; the floor is rotted in places and cracked from the shifting foundation in others; the list just goes on and on. Pictured above, in order:

-A hole in the bathroom wall. My hand for size comparison. 
-Holes above me and my partner’s bed. 
-The broken cooktop, which doesn’t work at all, and the scorchmarks from where it caught on fire. 
-The bathroom, after we cleaned it. The shower is moldy, the paint is peeling, and the floor behind the toilet is rotted.
-One of the many cracks left from the foundation shifting apart. 
-The missing bit of ceiling in the laundry room. 

There are so many more problems that can’t be photographed–like the fact that the microwave is the only working appliance or the fact that the laundry room has caught on fire once since we’ve been here. 

I’m really at my wits end. We’ve all tried so hard to get jobs, but it’s proved impossible with my mother’s disability and my severe GAD. We desperately need money to fix at least a few of these problems. Any sort of donation we could get would help–even if it’s just $5 to go towards some patches to cover the holes in the walls. 

I have a gofund me set up already if anyone wants to go look at it and maybe donate. This is the link. Or, if it’s easier you can send us money via paypal ( trentowensby@gmail.com ). We’re just really riding on the hopes that we can find a little extra money, even if it’s just 20 more dollars. 

Thank you for reading this, and I really hope some of you will donate, or at least reblog so that other people can see u.u