And still I will decide on this step

I repeatedly visited this site, struggled with a sense of bashfulness and humiliation, read the messages of those who asked and addressed, and it was painful and embarrassing to think how many troubles and grief, despair those who ask for help. Do I, an adult woman, with arms and legs, dare to ask?

Again, she tried to solve her problems herself, again failed, hated herself, dropped her hands, but forced her to rise and move on. And there are hands, and legs, no roof overhead. Of course there was a family, children, work, but everything ended, initially there were big troubles at work.

Of course, there were loans, so as not to spoil the story with banks, she borrowed at interest, being firmly confident in the speed of finding another job, but ... They didn’t take a job, banks demanded, private traders also asked for their interest, hell began. Spouse refused to help, divorce, asked politely to leave the apartment.

In search of work, she was forced to leave for another city. My wanderings began, and this is when I was 45, I was not afraid of work, I took care of everything, and as a cleaner and a waitress, skipped grass in the gardens of personal plots, just to pay off little debts.

I left a resume on job search sites, invited for an interview, but only found out about debts to banks, apologized and said goodbye. And again she went to wash houses and apartments. The worst part is my girls, my two daughters.

There is no more strength to live away from them; this bacchanalia lasts more than four years. They are all waiting for when I can finally pick them up and never part with them. I wanted to file for bankruptcy, but it also needs finances.

I tried to seek help through financial brokers in obtaining a new loan, close all debts, get a new profession and work only for myself and my children. But it was such a stupid thing on my part. In fact, it turned out that everyone was trying to cheat, take any prepayments and disappear.

I dreamed with the girls this summer to be together, and now August has begun, but I still can’t escape from this lack of money, I can’t be near my girls. What can I earn, pay for housing, send it to children, and that’s all.

In Bulgakov’s novel, there is a dialogue between Woland and Margarita, where the sir tells her never to ask anyone for anything. I didn’t ask, trying to get out, to get to my feet. But how difficult, incredible, very difficult. I want to quit and say, but roll it all! But daughters, they are holding.

They write here, Putin V.V. help, Kadyrov, help ... Address all respected people, but I understand that apparently it’s impossible to help everyone. And yet I decided to turn, no, I’m not begging, I’m not saying - I beg, this is not the case, there are more difficult situations.

But I hope someone sees, understands, suddenly there will be a desire to lend a helping hand to me. Ah, I’m apparently naive, but I want to believe in miracles, I really want to, and suddenly a miracle will happen to me. And I will forget what it means to live in rented apartments, live without my beloved daughters.

I think I’m even sure that my gratitude to these people, or to the person who responds, will be unlimited. I will definitely introduce you to my girls, they should know who is the one who could give hope for our reunion and life without tears, that person was sent for a reason in our destiny.

My mail is elenafolman@yandex.ru. Map of Rocketbank 5321304528397703. Phone at the site administration.