Our story is long but I will do my best to shorten it and not miss our journey that has brought me here to you. My wife and I met 6yrs ago where I had just graduated an intense prison drug and alcohol in patient 6mos program. Living day to day for my next high, victimizing my community and most of all letting myself come to the point of being thankful be put into a place where my choices and freedom where stripped from me. Alone, I went through this with no family or outside support. Though my time I wrote down goals, wrote apology letters to the ones I hurt, played group rolls in the person I once was and who I became with the tools to tackle my new life "sober'. I was released in 2021 into transition housing where I soon met the love of my life. She is my rock and a woman who understands me. Doors opened for us that had never opened before and we soon moved into our first place together. For 4yrs this was our little piece of heaven where we both worked and giving back to our community we once took from. After 4yrs the rent was raised to the point it couldn't fit into our budget. My wife made any man's dream come true with the nicest truck I have ever owned . I made every payment, if it made a funny noise it was fixed waxing it every other day it was the best thing anyone has ever done for me then to have it stolen 2 1/2yrs into owning it. So we wound up losing our home, having my truck stolen to lmoving everything into a 5th wheel we barely scraped up enough to get. It was ruff but it was dry and kept us warm. We lived on a farm where I worked in trade all summer for the spot we had it in though the summer to have the 76yr old man tell us it was to much for him to have his dog chase our car as we came into the driveway and we had to move. Not having the money for first last and deposit we struggled into finding a place until this lady called us offering her place in trade for work. We declined at first because the commute was to far but after this lady pleasing her case and calling us every other day wanting us to move on her property we excited. " Her calling and all but begging us should have given red flags" however we needed a place. Everything seemed fine upon moving in and she was friendly. She had what she called a 'mini farm" 7 dogs (3 German Shepherds) 2 sheep dogs, 4 sheep and a handful of chickens. 1 of the dogs she claimed had never hurt anyone bit my wife on the buttox drawing blood. Heather (property owner) rushed to her aid with a first aide kit and was at the time seemed 'shocked' her prized shepard did this. We let it go needing a place to settle in and try to make it the best of what we had. These Shepard's where constantly aggressive towards 1 other of her tenants every time he had to leave and I would put myself in the middle as she convinced me he was beating her dogs (Lie's) I later found out. This woman I later come to know would drink from the time she woke up till she passed out in the sofa at night. She would bad mouth everyone and was convincing until she turned and showed us her true colors. This woman was texting and calling us up sometimes till 3am saying she was the landlord and we had to do as she asked or would find yourself being "evicted' on having it on our court record. This went on for months as we put up with it needing a place to stay. Not having the money for first, last and deposits she had us cornered. Text messages of her saying 'Death, karma death karma over and over again and yelling in our back yard at 2am saying help me help me to lure me out of the house. We have many reports into the sheriff's office on this woman where she it off our water and power and would let her forcing us inside our home and not allowing me to re establish our utilities . I have remodeled in this time what she at first called her "mini house" she rented which looked to me as a step above a chicken coop with 4 walls and a toilet with a shower head coming off the hot water heater from the back of her house out into the open for her "renters ' convenience for showers. The 3 Shepard's killed at least 20 chickens and a litter of the cutest kittens and what she did saddens me. She took a dead chicken and beat her dogs continuously with them then pushed them into a corner they couldn't escape from turned the garden hose on with shock collars and began shocking them soaking wet till the cried. She fed these poor animals once a day during the cold winter and would protect her still as she called them her "military malitia ' guard dogs. She used these dogs against us and past tenants of way to control and manipulate situations till recently animal control took them. She recently assaulted my wife hitting her across the face and has fined false police reports of claiming I assaulted her and broke her jaw reporting it s month after she said it happened with no hospital visit, no police record and no bruising from her claims when her and I where seen sitting in a court room 2 days after she said it took place with another tenant issue I gave her a ride to town for that we found out she had nearly killed a family due to her drinking and driving. My wife and I now sleep on a little mattress at a friend's apartment that over night visitors are not allowed with our 2 kitties in a tiny room because we had to file a stalking order on this woman from her on going herrasment and non stop threats while the only home we have left is sitting on her property vulnerable to what she does to it. This is all we have left and all our family photos and everything we have since getting together is subject to what ever she wants to do with it. I recently had a job interview with company out of texas as a remote project associate handling big contracts over the phone at $35hrs but have no home to settle into to carry out this lifetime goal and career I may never have a chance to achieve again. . My wife and I are hoping for help to achieve the funding to either get into a rental home or afford to move our 5th wheel into a site before we lose what little we have left that this woman has been allowed to slowly rip from us. . We have reached out to local housing shelters but they do not help with emergency funding and there is a waiting list. I pray that God can help people see into what has happened and work I have to work twice as hard in having my record marked. I have changed my ways but losing hope each day goes by that my home or my carrer is falling from my grips...any financial help would be appreciated. God bless and thank you for reading my short version of my last few years and what I'm about ready to lose