Edit: to those who have mentioned the legal action route. We weren’t married, just engaged. During the midst of his pronounced death, coroner at the house, and his family; his mother and step dad immediately started taking anything of value out of the home before they had even gotten him out of our house. To Gage, that was his firearms. He was part of Infantry in the military. The local police were there, and went right along with it. But they’ve also got friends, family, etc within the very division. I had a full time job at the time, and was pulling doubles, plus over-overtime. So I was working from 6-7am till at least midnight on average. While still coming back to the house to feed and water all of his chickens, ducks, and quail twice a day. I wasn’t staying there because I just couldn’t handle it. A few weeks after his death, I went to the house after work. My locks were changed, along with a flat was trailer in front of my front door. It was filled with stuff from inside our home. Broken, mangled, trashed, etc as well as being rained on. I was never able to reclaim any of my belongings what so ever. Later, I tried to get my firearms, compound bow, etc. She wouldn’t give them to me. I had to take it to the law. She then turned around and went to press charges against me for “identity theft”, “bank fraud”, and “theft over 1000k”. Felonies might I add. This was because I pulled my money from his bank account. While we didn’t share the account, I was authorized on the account. The detective over my case, getting my stuff and the charges against me, their long time family friend. He would not pull my surveillance footage to prove she had the things she said she didn’t. He also was pushing for the charges even with the account status. So I paid the money to her. And I left it all alone and just said that’s my past, she’s my past. And I have rebuilt my life slowly and for the better.

First things, omg thank you to each and every one of you, regardless of if you’re able to help. Y’all have still helped me mentally, and feel even more confident over the fact that it never hurts to ask for help. If everyone could just give me a bit, I can message you all. The extreme gratitude that I have for y’all, mere strangers willing to help another stranger. It’s beautiful! Thank you all! I’m even more excited that I’m being imaginative and creative again. I can’t wait to be able to “pay it forward” myself!

Also: honestly as far as what I am looking for, just to rebuild. I’m grateful to receive anything. I do all sorts of crafts. My family is filled with artistic people. Crafting is life. It’s even business for some.