If no one responds to this I totally understand, but decided I wanted to vent and get some of these feelings out there. Right now I feel as though every decision re money I've every made has been wrong and I will never be in a comfortable place. I really don't even care that much about my own needs, but feel like my kids are getting the shaft because of my combination bad luck and dumb choices in the past.
Does anyone else ever feel like they are passing as middle class, but they really are at the almost at least feels like it poverty level? I feel like such a heel even typing this as I know so many have it so much worse. I work with and give my time to many who have it worse. I'm just sick of it. I tried to follow that formula of get an education and you will be okay. DH did too and has a law degree, I have a clinical liscense, and I found out this morning we went into bounce protection. Seriously??!!! We are both 40 years old and this is what we have to show for it? Okay, I know two healthy children is nothing to sneeze at, my DS was cleared this week to go off of seizure medicine after 2 years and I'm so grateful. It's just that feeling of never getting a break, something always going wrong. Yesterday I was sitting on my bottom on the floor aiming a hairdryer at our freezer side to help our fridge limp along one more month. And I'm really trying to be glad we have a fridge and food and a house, but crap, what did I do wrong to wind up here today? I am falling into that trap of looking around me and that is never wise, I know better, but dang if that is not what today is doing to me. It's like some people can screw people over, not prioritize their kids, spend on themselves, and still money rolls in. I know the rain falls on the just and unjust and all that, I just can't get past all of this envy today and I hate it. I've always worked at least some since having children and juggled and killed myself to be there for them and I don't regret one second of that, it's just I know I have suffered professionaly this last year by helping my Mom take care of my terminal father while meeting my mothering obligations. I guess the bottom line is how could I have lived with myself and done it any other way?
Rant over, if you could get through this, I thank you and ask you send some positive energy my way, I need it today
Pamela (who really does know she's blessed, but is not feeeeling it right now)
Does anyone else ever feel like they are passing as middle class, but they really are at the almost at least feels like it poverty level? I feel like such a heel even typing this as I know so many have it so much worse. I work with and give my time to many who have it worse. I'm just sick of it. I tried to follow that formula of get an education and you will be okay. DH did too and has a law degree, I have a clinical liscense, and I found out this morning we went into bounce protection. Seriously??!!! We are both 40 years old and this is what we have to show for it? Okay, I know two healthy children is nothing to sneeze at, my DS was cleared this week to go off of seizure medicine after 2 years and I'm so grateful. It's just that feeling of never getting a break, something always going wrong. Yesterday I was sitting on my bottom on the floor aiming a hairdryer at our freezer side to help our fridge limp along one more month. And I'm really trying to be glad we have a fridge and food and a house, but crap, what did I do wrong to wind up here today? I am falling into that trap of looking around me and that is never wise, I know better, but dang if that is not what today is doing to me. It's like some people can screw people over, not prioritize their kids, spend on themselves, and still money rolls in. I know the rain falls on the just and unjust and all that, I just can't get past all of this envy today and I hate it. I've always worked at least some since having children and juggled and killed myself to be there for them and I don't regret one second of that, it's just I know I have suffered professionaly this last year by helping my Mom take care of my terminal father while meeting my mothering obligations. I guess the bottom line is how could I have lived with myself and done it any other way?
Rant over, if you could get through this, I thank you and ask you send some positive energy my way, I need it today
Pamela (who really does know she's blessed, but is not feeeeling it right now)










Now DH is a soldier. I didn't even see you're a social worker... at least you can pat yourself on the back knowing you didn't cause the Great Recession of 2008. 



Keep on keepin' on.
