is my little brother. His name is Nathan and he’s almost twelve. Our mother died eight years ago, but to be honest she was never much of a mother to begin with. Since he was born, I’ve been raising him. I fed him in the middle of the night, even though I had school the next morning. I changed his diapers and took care of him when he cried. When our mom left, I was the one who said that I would take care of him, no matter what happened. I was seventeen when she died but I was determined that Nathan would stay with his family.
My grandmother was the one who cared for Nathan while I was at school, or working. But in the past few years her health has declined, and his care has fallen solely to me.
Recently, I received a letter from a man claiming to be Nathan’s father. I did some digging and found out that after my mother died, custody was never transferred to anyone. He’s been in my care because no one else has stepped up to take care of him, so it was either me or foster care. But this letter worries me. I’m not opposed to the idea of Nathan meeting his father. But my concern is that my mother was a drug addict, who went from one abusive man to another. I’d like to meet with this man to see if it’s safe for him to be around Nathan.
The problem is that he is listed on Nathan’s birth certificate as his father. Which means that if he so chose, he could show up at our house today and drag Nathan away kicking and screaming and it would be perfectly legal. As Nathan’s half-sister, I have very little rights to him at all.
That’s why I need to get custody of him. I need to be able to protect Nathan if it turns out this man is not someone you’d want around children. Nathan has never met this man in his entire life. He’s lived in the same town as us for twelve years and has never once tried to get in contact with us. I didn’t even know his name until I got the letter. Nathan has severe ADHD, and has seen a lot of trauma in his young life. The last thing he needs is some stranger taking him away from the only home he’s ever known.
I spoke to a lawyer and while it is possible for me to obtain custody, the retainer for the lawyer is incredibly expensive. I’m working on ways to lower it but as it stands now it is $2,000.
There is no way I can come up with that kind of money. I absolutely hate to do this, but the fact is that you can’t have pride as a parent. I have to try and do what is best for Nathan, and that is NOT being pulled from the only family and home he’s ever had.
So I’m asking if anyone can help.
If you can, just know that I would be eternally grateful, and if you can’t, or don’t want to, it’s perfectly fine. I understand as much as anyone that times are hard financially.
Here is the link to donate. Don’t worry, it’s just paypal, but I fail at making the cool button thingy.
Again, thank you so much to anyone who’s willing to help <3
Signal boost the SHIT out of this, guys.
I am so seriously broke, but if ANYONE can help her, please help out.
I don’t understand people who don’t enjoy working out, and quite frankly, I don’t want to. What’s not to like? You get fit, your health improves, your confidence is boosted, your endorphins keep you in a great mood, your energy increases… YOU GET THE POINT. I’d be sitting here all day conjuring up…
Honestly, I hate working out, I love what happens to me AFTER I work out, and those are two very different things. Do I hate running, fuck yes, do I love how if I push a little bit harder today, tomorrow will be better? Hell yess. But again, that is the result of working out. Not the act of it. Even all the things you listed, “you get fit, your health improves, your confidence is boosted, your endorphins keep you in a great mood, your energy increases,” are RESULTS of a workout, not the workout itself. When you run, you are working out, but the getting fit, improving your health, boosting your confidence (the argument is still there whether this is a direct result of working out or just you, and don’t feel like I’m attacking, I love my body more than ever, finally realizing what a lovely, stunning, goddess you are), the endorphin releasing, and the increase in energy are all results that happen after you workout, and some after you workout for quite some time. So no, I really fucking hate to work out, but I do it because of what happens afterwards. Because afterwards I feel like the most powerful lifter, hulk, transformer, six-packed woman in the world. During my workout, all I feel is: THIS IS TERRIBLE, YOUR MILE TIME SHOULD PROBABLY BE SHORTER, DON’T YOU DARE PUT DOWN THOSE WEIGHTS, YOU PUT DOWN THE WEIGHT, INSANITY REALLY IS INSANE, etc and so on and so forth.