NEedless PAin Homelessness and Domestic Violence Awareness

I was happiest when my own husband wasn’t home, not so much when he returned. The moment he walked through the door, we all kept quiet (my kids and I), the talking, the laughing went out the window immediately. Something I could not explain wholly happened to my body. While I cannot say for certain how I really felt when that man came home, I can say with absolute certainty that I went in a torpid mode. My soul left, leaving me to shelter an empty shell. You can Imagine looking in your husband’s face … and the only thing you see is skin in his face moving, glowing like a python ready to launch! That was the first time I thought of myself as a divorced woman.

For the first time in my life I was homeless with my children. From what I know today, you go airborne when you become homeless, almost as if you are expelled from existence. The system being utilized at present time is one with too many loose ends, a catastrophe waiting to happen, and that’s what happened to me.

On November 29, 2015, as I drove home from work, I was involved in a hit-and-run accident with a drunk driver, in which I sustained life altering injuries – a broken: forehead, bottom jaw, left leg, a fractured pelvis and severely damaged nerves in my right eye. To date that driver has yet to be found, which means more bills, more struggle, more pain for me. My sons’ father, meanwhile, has been allowed to go free on his way without paying child support. Why this is happening in America is a question hard to answer.  And, for your genuine and sincere voice to be heard, you must be a wildly known star, a princess, or a prince. Even without a recognizable name attached to my project, my story is hard to ignore.
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