There is a nasty rumor out there that I am a leach. Started by someone who does not know me. Let me set this straight. I moved back out here 3 years ago with 2 kids, no job, no child support. Truck broke down, computer broke down... Etc, etc. I raised all my kids with out involving child support. I never asked for alimony, nothing. I took care of my kids when I had them and their dad was to do the same. However my daughters dad was not involver in her life and my youngest 2 boys only got to see their dad when I took them to him in Iowa for summers. Which I paid for everything for 8 years by myself. I have a do it myself track record. After landing out here and dealing with car repairs, additional travel expenses for the boys to see their dad, etc. I had just enough for a deposit on a tiny building. No oven, no water heater, no heating and air. Just an empty shell. Yes, I could have looked for an apartment and a job but I invested in what I believe in. I knew if I could just start baking again I can make it. So there I stood in an empty building with 2 kids and $11. left in my pocket. I used it to buy joint compound. I barrowed a ladder and a troll and got to work remodeling. I didnt know where the next day would lead. My mother tried to send me checks and I sent them back or didnt cash them. My mom talked a lot to me about my pride and how I needed to learn that there are times in our lives when we need to accept help. So, I started letting her help for a little while. The tiny bakery turned out very nice. A few friends came on board to help with some construction. My pride learned to barter. But I was self sufficient again. And I started up assisting fundraisers with my donated products. Lots of fundraisers. The building was not ideal due to its location behind the feed bin. I had cows 20 ft from my door. Fly bags hanging on their fence etc. No heating and air. Teaching classes was no fun. So I met a man who asked me to marry him so I did and left my hell whole. Short lived, as he decided being a dad was too much. I negotiated another building and left him. It took me 6 months, working my butt off and lots of bartering to get it up and running all while I paid rent. But I did it. It got up and running and I started paying off my debts and continued paying it forward with fundraisers. I lived out of my truck and my 2 boys hung out at their brothers house mostly. I did attempt another relationship for a year and was able to live in a house we rented for 9 months. Joe agreed to cover house bills And I tended to all the bakery needs and food for the house. Plus I paid for date nights and dinning out often. I never let Joe pay any of my business expenses ever. I finally requested child support after no help from their dad for 8 years and it kicked in. That bakery was open 8 months. Too tiny for classes. Not a viable location as I had hoped, So when this new building came available I jumped at the opportunity. I negotiated with just an $1,800. Deposit that I made in 2 payments. Here we are 8 months later. Joe and I broke up. I stayed at the bakery and worked all hours. Slept on the floor for 4 months. Did Lots of plumbing. Over $600. Worth of cooper, $1,500. In electrical. Floors, walls, new oven, sinks, water heater.......etc etc That was my life when I met Simon Van Haastert 3&1/2 months ago. I was overwhelmed and almost ready to give up hope with this money pit.. Simon being a full time student with time on his hands started coming up from SanDiego to offer his assistance to do some projects at the bakery. I never asked him to. Then he proposed to me and he began to invest his unemployment funds into our future with supplies like drywall etc. and worked his butt off. All was beautiful. We prayed in our spot every morning and had our daily devotions. I was in heaven and full of hope. Finding a home for us added unbelievable stress. Simon was in his apartment complex for 8 years. Change was not going to be easy. But his unemployment was running out and we needed this bakery to open without my personal stuff in it as I had been staying at the bakery while under construction. The week we got our house there was a sudden change. Simon no longer wanted to be at the bakery. He wouldnt even leave the house. We stopped talking, stopped praying together. And things just got nasty from there. Suddenly he calls me a leach and physically threatens me several times. So, I moved out last night. I paid his gas bill and wrote his first check for payment toward his investment. I dont know what snapped but he is not the man I fell in love with any more. I have gone without and bust my butt way too much for anyone to call me a leach. Im always doing for people and bartering for this bakeries needs. I owe very few people very little. On a good note. State Board of Education and State Board of rehab have asked 3Ds Baking4Charities Culinary Arts Studio to come on board as a paid culinary school through their program. We have to get up and running for anything to happen. We are too close to quit. Less than $4,000. for an opportunity of a lifetime. Not just for me but for our kids, our community, etc. This is not just a bakery. It has a lot to offer our community and it needs the support of our community. Its worth me sleeping on the floor with my son till we can afford us a small home. So judge me as you may.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 12:10:38 +0000
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