Prayer requests for Miggy and me. Updated with my full life story for your delight

What is/was the "cornfield joy drama"?

Guess you'll have a surprise then because evidently gfm raised your goal from 1000 to 1500.

Call homeless prevention, Catholic Charities or another such organization!

Great news about the job interviews, Miggy! With your other health issues, it seems like the Library position might be the better one if you get a chance to choose. Perhaps a bit less stressful, etc. But either way, wonderful!

I'd be real proud and grateful if "that fellow" had offered me prayer and uplifting words. Quoting "that fellow":

"I'll pray for you , but know the Lord has a plan and if your faith is strong then you a.ready surrender unto him. Just keep the faith, pray, praise, and love. The king of Kings has more grace then we can fsthom, and it's not always easy. In Jesus name I pray that you have the Lord's light shined upon you,and are blessed with his protection and grace. May you find salvation in his name, and through your struggles bloom joy. I your name Jesus Christ our Lord I pray, Amen."


AC74298519, what you offered was more valuable than any amount of money.

I completely agree and honestly, it's none of my business if or what anyone drinks.

I just find it odd that someone would post about how proud they are of 3 year sobriety in a thread in which they are asking people to donate money but then I find posts from that same person, one just earlier this month in which they do admit to drinking.

I fully understand someone being down and it's not right to kick someone when they are which is why I'm hesitant to even talk about this but dang it, it's also not right for someone to misuse people (Not saying Miggy is) by taking advantage of kind hearts.

Last Edited by FeedYourHead on 06/26/2019 07:23 PM

Prayers sent.

I am both very touched and saddened by the comments that have been made on this thread since I left this morning.

I have decided to share my whole life's story in hopes that people will realize I'm not a moocher.

It is hard to share such intimate details but I would rather you know the full truth about me than not.

I was born the oldest of 4 siblings in 1960. We weren't well off but we were happy. My mom worked full time and my dad worked two jobs to support us.

Each of us excelled in our grades because that was expected of us. We attended church each week.

In 1972 at the age of 39 my mother suddenly died of a cerebral hemorrhage and our whole life changed. My father couldn't handle 4 children ranging from 13 to 6 and began a spiral downward that resulted in his attempted suicide in front of us one weekend.

My mother's only brother (my Uncle John) and his wife took it upon themselves to raise us as their own even though they had a toddler and baby of their own.

By the age of 12 and certainly by 16 we were all working nearly full time in addition to getting good grades at school.

I played violin which eventually got me a scholarship to attend Oklahoma University.

After college I began a career with Holiday Inn hotels in management and worked an average of 60 hour a week until 1990 when I attended a seminar in New Orleans and fell in love with a musician who played at a piano bar on Bourbam Street.

I took my savings and moved there and worked two jobs- one fron 3-11pm as a guest service manager at a hotel in the French Quarter and then serving drinks at a nightclub from midnight until 3 AM.

When my benefits kicked in a year later I began studying at the local college (tuition reimbursement) and obtained a 4.0 average in spite of working two jobs and trying to keep a new relationship happy.

Two years later my love decided he wanted to move to Key West, Florida (a place I knew nothing about) and I went happily because I adored that man and was willing to do anything for him. I was 30 at the time and hoped to marry and have children with him.

I found work immediately at the county courthouse but he could not find work as a musician.

I began working a 2nd job to support the home we had put our savings into.

This went on for 2 years.

His elderly mother from upstate New York came down to live with us and I loved her very much.

My days consisted of coming home after a 12 hour work day, making evening meals, and entertaining many of his friends who delighted in visiting Key West for "free" at our house.

I was exhausted, but I was still young and full of hope.

We invested all of our savings into a small bar in Key West and though it was quite successful it took it's toll on our relationship as business partnerships in that industry often do.

I took $10,000 and moved to Reno, Nevada (a place I'd never heard of) and began to work at two casinos- Atlantis 9-5 and Flamingo showroom from 6-midnight. My only day off was Sunday. This went on from 1996-2002.

Three weeks out of the month during those years he flew in from Florida because he began playing poker "professionally". This kept me in a position of not being able to move on with my life even though I had been seeing a man who adored me, was successful, and wanted to marry me.

I stayed loyal to my ex and his needs.

In 2002 I moved to Las Vegas via a transfer from the Flamingo and earned a good living working for visiting celebrities in the showroom.

I purchased a small home and my ex continued to visit each month. He was now constantly involved in the "World Series of Poker" tournaments.

I had pretty much given up on moving ahead in relationships and just kept working. I believe it was about 2005 I joined this forum, mainly for companionship and friendship since I was too dead tired to go out after coming home for the night.

In 2010 he came home, sat me down and told me that he had decided to get married. I was in total shock when I realized it wasn't to me.

I sank into a deep depression and didn't want to live any longer. Had it not been for Miggy, Manny and Mia Sophia (my 3 rescued Dachshunds) I wouldn't have gone on.

My family encouraged me to sell my hone and that was during the housing crash.

I had just enough to return to my hometown in Oklahoma. At their encouragement I immediately sought help at the local clinic and began a series of antidepressants. I was placed into low-assistance housing.

In 2016 my ex called and offered me a job that I felt I couldn't refuse. His new wife needed home care for her elderly mother- something he knew I was good at because of my care for his mother.

I was offered a free apartment with the mother, a salary of $500 a week, free storage for what little I had left after my move from Las Vegas, etc.

It was the best offer I had had in 6 years and it came from a man I loved and trusted so I took it.

I sold everything I had and went down there.

After 6 weeks of living in the guest room of the house of my ex and his wife the constant screaming upstairs was relentless. "I want her GONE!" I want her out of here TOMORROW!"

Miggy and I used to just hide under the covers of our bed downstairs when this started up. I began to drink- a LOT.

When I left there was no UHaul available to haul back the things I had brought down so I took a 2002 Ford Taurus that I had towed down with me, packed it to the brim with what I could think were the most valuable items I had and drove back to Oklahoma with Miggy.

After sleeping in my car for a couple of weeks I sadly placed Miggy in a foster home and checked myself into alcohol rehab- not just because I had been drinking alot the past 2 months but because I had no home.

I completed treatment, rented a room off Craigslist for a year while it took my employer time to deem me suitable for full-time employment, then moved into this apartment a year ago, reuniting with 18-year old Miggy.

It's not in a good area and it's not the way I was used to living for two decades but it is mine. Or has been until now.

I used to have pride and self-esteem. I have lost most of that. And still it is very humbling for me to ask for help because I am the one people always came to for help and never once did I turn anyone away.

So in closing, I am sorry if any of you have found me to be offensive and Chip, you're right- I could probably go out tonight like some crack whore and make some money that way.

But I continue to be optimistic that I'll get back on my feet- even this much time later, and get back to being able to contribute to others.

Did I enjoy sharing this painful story? Hell, no. But maybe it will stop some of the hateful comments.

To all of those who have been so gracious to me I can't thank you enough for supporting me.

With love, Miggy

And yes, I make jokes abut drinking. Like when I was in the bath tub during the tornado sirens or when there is a "drinking: thread.

It doesn't mean I'm doing it.

In fact I never was. I was just trying to fit in.

I'm sorry I did that.

Next time I will preface it by using Joke coming up: ############

Miggy, you're awesome!

Thank you, Miss Cleo. It was hard saying all of that but I'm tired of people thinking I'm worthless. I may be right now but I wasn't always and I don't intend to stay this way.

No it wasn’t. he shot her down. Using Christ Jesus to do it… I have witnessed this so many times in my life I want to vomit when it happens.. People who do nothing use it.. not the ones who do something. Spirit does something.

Thank you for sharing your story!
Women are so strong and you'll get through all this.

I believe I remember you..you lived in PC at the time..I offered to share our very huge home,not far from there...but you never replied..thought you had moved to MO..?

I went from PC to Key West and then straight here to Tulsa.

Thank you for the invitation, though. I probably didn't see it.

Love, Miggs

Looks like you’ve hit your goal on gfm! I do hope the donations continue to give you a little cushion. You need $ for food and stuff.

Whose the lady in your go fund me pic?

Wow, what a story. Sounds like you've lived a life or two, I've been there and all that....kinda of.

Well here is the deal, God is the answer. In the mean time hit me up around SWID.

Miggy, i donated. What happened to you could happen to many of us. You were taken advantage of. I am sorry. God bless.

She was my beautiful aunt, who took us 4 kids in after my mother's death. This was my last picture with her before she died of cancer last year. Her husband of 50 years ( my Uncle/Father) died 8 weeks ago- most likely of a broken heart.

I miss them very much but am happy they're reunited in Heaven.

Miggy, there are a lot assholes in the world so, please, discount them. You have nothing to prove to anyone but it's good to reveal who you are because it helps others and reminds the assholes that anyone - INCLUDING THEM - can have unforeseen turns of events. Some are so arrogant that they won't get it. Their loss.

Thank you for sharing your story. There's a lot I can relate to it, including throwing away years of my life, and moving across the country, for a guy who pretty much turned out to be a full blown narcissist. You sure aren't alone on that one. My dogs have also been my only reason to go on when I thought I couldn't. Many here will relate to that (lots of dog lovers).

I want things to turn around for you and I still to know if you have a PayPal account! I can do GFM but can do more through PayPal.

Wow, on top of everything else :( So sorry for your loss, Miggy. Know that you'll see them again (just like with your other doggies).

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It’s not to late to go back to school. You most certainly would qualify for grants, etc. That would help you get out of your minimum wage job cycle and into something you could support yourself on.

I'm just overwhelmed with feelings tonight. I'm truly sorry if I took advantage of this board. I just didn't know what else to do.

Please forgive me. I am trying my best to get this all straitened out.

I don't want to live a life of luxury. I'd just like my last year or so with my dog, Miggy, to be in a place where she's safe and secure.

She is old and fragile and I love her so much.

If I didn't have her I could probably face worse living conditions.

It's just so very sad.

Quit messing with Miggy, she is right as rain. She has Jesus, like all yall that claim him.

I thought you said YOU were "forced" to resign due to illness and numerous absences. So, there were a LOT of you with illness and numerous absences? So a bunch of you were forced to resign? I hate to tell you but if you left by your own choice unemployment won't pay...sorry to hear that.

You have a 401K? Must be nice.....of course, you could have simply received a small amount to pay your rent....instead of waiting 45 days to receive the entire amount....I might add I'm not sure it's even legal for a company to take that long to release 401k funds, it's been a while since I've worked with those but they are highly regulated.

and I thought your first post 2 days ago said that very day was the LAST day you had to pay the arrearage OR you would be "evicted". Did you receive funds from somewhere else that day or are you on the street now?

Just curious...and I hope you didn't get evicted. I guess the landlord did help after all?