Rachel Shroyer, lets get this girl home!

Okay guys, here’s the story. I moved to Ontario, Canada to live with my boyfriend. We both had already discussed marriage, kids, all that. We did the long distance thing for what seemed forever and the emotional toll it took on me is what prompted the move. So in April of this year, I packed my truck, dogs, the bare minimum of my belongings (sold the rest) and moved out to him. Once I got there, our relationship took a complete 180. I kept the house clean, I cooked him food, I paid my portion of the bills, I was the textbook “perfect” housewife. Well, after a month, things started going south. As I can’t work in Canada (I hadn’t received my green card yet), the money started running dry and I was basically locked inside a tiny 1bd apartment 24/7. My mental health began to decline, and as I started to become more depressed from the lack of physical or emotional contact and being essentially trapped inside my home. As my mental health declined, he stopped acting like a boyfriend/fiancé, and more like a disgruntled roommate. All the while I made sure he came home to a clean house and me waiting on the couch for him. As months went by we started to argue. He was tired of explaining to his friends why I never came out (my depression makes me want to either avoid conversation with people or just spend time with him only). My cleaning of the house wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t good enough as a woman, I was worthless, and I wasn’t what he wanted (the happy Rachel that had her own home, job, land, food, and friends back home). There was never any emotional support and he ignored me on the daily. I’ve slept on the couch too many times to count. Our arguments (him telling he I’m a lying POS) turned into me having panic attacks and breaking my hand against a concrete wall to distract the chaos in my mind. Eventually one night while explaining why I feel the way I do, I told him I was having suicidal thoughts and he responded with “oh here we go again with that bullshit”. I drove my truck on E to the ER not knowing if they would treat me, begging and pleading for help. They gave me some pills and sent me on my way. Two nights ago we got into an argument where I guess I broke the eggshells I was walking on and now he has basically given me the hint to get out. Right now I have $1000 to my name because I’ve been paying for everything and won’t have much more till next month. I need to get out of here before he gets violent or I hurt myself. I just need enough to get me back home to New Mexico (or wherever I make it) and find somewhere to live/work before he kicks me out and I end up homeless living in my truck with my dogs in buffalo.
Anything helps. A dollar or two. Anything. I just need out. Please.

I’m just trying to help out a friend here, this story is from Rachel. Thank you for taking the time to read this.