This is really fucking important. Please read this. My aunt has been trying to leave a hostile, unhappy, and violent marriage for the past five years. She’s been trapped financially, isolated from her family and friends by her husband, and has no way out. She really needs help.
A bit of history: I met my aunt in July, 2010 by chance at a sci-fi convention in Baltimore. I was there with friends, and she was there with her husband (who rarely let her leave the room, or spend time with anyone, or go anywhere without him). But we talked and exchanged phone numbers and instantly became family. A family that I desperately needed.
On both sides, my biological relatives are virtually non-existent. I’m not going to get into why, because this isn’t about that. But suffice it to say that it’s pretty much always just been me and my parents, on our own. Until my aunt. Until this woman, who hardly knew me, somehow seemed to know that I needed a friend. More than a friend. I needed a counselor and a guide and a shoulder to cry on and someone to laugh with and make stupid jokes and someone who understood what it was like to not want to get out of bed in the morning. I needed a family. So she became mine. She sends me photos and updates on my cousin, who I love with all my heart. She tells me how she’s doing in school and sends me her artwork and funny things she’s said and always makes me feel like I’m a part of her life, from three thousand miles away.
I met my aunt during the worst of my depression, and she stayed with me through all of it, through everything, and never once made me feel guilty or ashamed or broken, and all the while was dealing with her own problems—being relocated away from her family and friends for her husband’s job, unable to find work, bounced from city to city. And she stayed for her daughter, for my cousin, and never once even contemplated abandoning her to go somewhere else.
Everything my aunt has done has been for her daughter. She’s wanted to leave so many times, and maybe could have, but not without her daughter. So she stayed. And endured. And fought back. And now things are getting worse, and she needs out. Both of them need out.
I know a lot of people on here can’t afford to donate, and I understand that. But if you could reblog, or share it with your friends, or tell even one person, I would be eternally grateful. My aunt is trying to get enough money to put down on a condo so that the monthly mortgage payments are affordable. I’ve helped her look for houses and apartments and condos and rentals where she lives, and it’s insanely expensive, even for something small.
Most of the time, we can’t choose our family. I got lucky. My aunt is one of the bravest, kindest, most selfless people I’ve ever met, and she deserves to get out of empty, bitter, violent atmosphere her husband has created. Anyone would.
I can’t do much, but if you’d like a fic, a poem, a graphic, a short story, a song, or anything else you can think of that I might be able to do in exchange for donating, don’t hesitate to inbox me and ask.
Thank you very much for your time.
(pic of the fam! me, my baby cousin, and my aunt)