Hello, I don't know much about this page and I don't know if I'm posting in the right spot, but I need help paying my electric bill. I'm a stay at home mom, I don't work, and I'm going thru a seperation right now with my husband. My electric is only a 140 dollars but I don't know who or where to turn to. I don't have a computer and I'm using my phone right now. I have a 11 month old daughter and I don't want to lose my electric. Thank you God Bless
I use to have a decent life, a beautiful life until my life started changing. Lived in nj my whole life, have a great family, mom and dad seperated, mom got married and dad had a girlfriend. Spent my years up until I was 16 living with my mom, and from there on I lived with my dad graduating high school senior year at a different school. I loved my life. I was in a 3 and a half going to be 4 year relationship with a guy I met in high school. The best relationship I ever had. He wasn't liked by my mother but he was liked by my dad and at the time I chose him over my family. He one day decided to break up with me and to this day I don't know why. Things went downhill it felt like my life was over. I met another guy who got me on drugs abused me badly and was in and out of jail most of his life. The drugs we did hid my pain. I was still hurting from the past relationship. It was extremely hard for me to get out of the relationship I was in because the guy wouldn't let me leave him. He made me drive out of state because he was running from bail bonds but in the end he got caught. My dad saved me from him. My dad said don't worry kid we will put you in rehab and move to south carolina to start a better life. Rehab didn't work. I relapsed. My life was so messed up! I lived with a friend who I couldn't afford to stay with, called my dad and he said he was leaving to south carolina. Picked me up. And we drove. Christmas time came around, my heart still hurt, I was coming off the drugs, found out I was pregnant. I had to take care of it. I cried and didn't want to but I had to. It haunts me to this day. I was so sick because of the drugs and coming off of it was the worst ever that I talked to God and told him I wanted another chance. I wanted him to take my sickness away and let me show him I can do it. Once I prayed and walked out of church, it was gone. Since then I been drug free since 2009. So I met a few guys down in south carolina and wasn't too impressed. Until I met my husband. Whom I met thru his brother first. He was a great person * my husband that is* and he didn't do drugs, smoke, and barely drinks. So I fell in love. Had a baby, and got married. Where does my story end.. it ends when my dad moved back to new jersey, I stayed in the south with my husband, his mother and father doesn't like me, I had to quit my job to take care of my daughter, couldn't afford the place I was at, moved in with the inlaws, they evicted me and my husband out there house because I wouldn't cater to their needs everyday. Found a place where we can barely afford, started going to school to further my education. Husband works days, I go to school at nights. Worrying what's for dinner one day, wondering if we will have gas to get to point a to point b. My life is starting to go back downhill and I'm wondering why I have to go thru this. No job. Stay at home mom. Maybe things will look up when I graduate. Right now I can't even make it to school and back on the gas I got in my car. Low to no income, and my husband been working at the same job for 10 years haven't even gave him a good enough raise. Plus he pays childsupport. Ugh. And I'm sitting on this site wondering if he's going to make it back home on the gas he got in his car now.
