Hello everyone,

I never thought I'd get here one day, we often say that it only happens to other people, but here I am today.

After 6 years of love, four of which were spent wearing a ring that was supposed to seal a promise. A promise of the future, of support, of building together. Then our baby arrived, turning our world upside down, brightening our nights as much as it made them shorter.

At first, I couldn't see the imbalance. Love and hope covered everything. I dipped into my savings for the day-to-day, for the bills, for the unexpected. "It's only temporary," I kept telling myself. But the months went by, and he was always content to pay the rent, putting money aside for a future I could no longer see.

Each expense weighed a little more heavily, not so much on my bank account - which was already empty - but on my heart. I was getting into debt while he was saving. 7,000 euros later, no more savings, but constant arguments and threats, even though we hadn't even been living together a year, and our baby was barely 10 months old.

《 I'm doing what I can 》 I tell myself every day but today I can't do it any more. I was able to get my debts down to 5,000 but when I tell myself I'm not to be pitied .

"Go home to your mother.

It's become her refrain in every argument. Three words hurled with contempt, as if I never belonged here, as if this wasn't my home. And yet, I'm the one who furnished and decorated this flat and turned it into a home. I paid for everything, from the curtains to the plates, from the sofa to the table where we shared so many meals. A home built with my money, my love, my energy.

And now my things are all over the stairs, piled up in black bin bags. As if they were worthless. As if I were worth nothing.

I gave everything away. I paid for the electricity so that our daughter never slept in the cold, I covered several months of childcare on my own, because I work too and someone had to look after her. I filled the fridge, paid for the shopping, bought nappies, clothes, milk and potties, because he "couldn't see what there was to buy". It was as if he lived in a magical house where everything appeared effortlessly.

But I could see. I could see my account being drained while his was growing. I could see my fatigue building up while he was content to pay rent and consider that enough. I saw his indifference grow, his eyes harden with every argument.

And now I see those bin bags, ripped open on the stairs, my clothes mixed in with the memories of a life I've carried at arm's length.

He's crossed a line. This time, I'm not going back to my mother's for a lull. This time, I'm leaving for good. Because a love that throws me out like rubbish was never really a love at all.

So now here I am, asking strangers for help because I can't decently go back to my parents with a debt, no savings and a baby.

I'll just be a burden on my parents, who already have my brothers and sisters to look after.

If this collection reaches the amount of my debt I will be delighted and if it exceeds it I will be able to move quietly into a new home for my daughter and myself and furnish it at once. I don't aspire to more as I work and I will be able to provide for our daily needs once my debt is paid off.

Can you help me to leave this home which has drained me of my self-confidence and emptied my accounts.