
A lot of rough situations out there. I'm not surprised but more saddened really. America is such a world power and even here we have people struggling just to survive. I know they say that Americans don't know poverty because we have food to eat and phones and homes and such but this isn't India where you can set up a shack and live there for free. You HAVE to have a home or you are arrested.
Thank you for saying that. I feel guilty because even with as bad as it gets I am so often reminded that these are 1st world problems and it could be so much worse. However, like you said things are set up differently here. I can't just build a shack somewhere and live there. While we are blessed, it is almost like compareing apples to oranges.
We are getting a wonderful tax return and I am so beyond excited to be able to do soem of he little things we have been wanting to, like getting the boys bunk beds so they have room in their tiny room to actually play. Dh was promised a promotion but of course they are dragging their feet in giving it to him. They also haven't told him what hte pay increase will be. He is the lowest paid person in the area for his current position so I am guessing it will be the same with the new position as well.
It is such a tough spot to be in because we are so grateful, but at the same time it is maddening that they are paying him so much less and tacking advantage of him.




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Sometimes the people who deserve it the least are the ones subjected to daily pain or other major daily challenges. It seems so unfair.
You have 100% of my sympathies right now. I feel the exact.same.way. I am so tired of being broke. Too broke to even go to the dollar store for toilet paper. I stopped taking my meds for my OCD which of course doesn't help but I'm seen at a local clinic for medicaid patients and they treat you like a bum there. They randomly drug test all the mental health patients. They threaten to call CPS if you miss an appt. They attempt a lot of "patient education" in the form of pushing vaccines and med-tracking systems and such that make you feel like a lowlife piece of scum. I hate going there. It's my only option unless I can pay $150 an hour out of pocket weekly for mental health services plus about $400 a month for meds. I hate feeling like a loser. A CRAZY loser.
And going to the grocery store and using my food stamps and getting the eye rolls because I splurged on the organic apples that time or maybe I got a pack of gum for my kids or maybe I have a buttload of coupons. No matter what I do, someone is pissy about my purchases because of the way I pay for them. And you try to go to the self-checkout lane to avoid having to piss people off and be embarrassed and it comes up for a "random" audit of your cart. EVERY.DAMN.TIME. Coincidence??? No. Let's just be honest here though. You see a fairly young mother with 3 children in tow at the grocery store buying their groceries with food stamps and you think what??? Welfare queen. Of course. I get that. I may be young but I'm a divorced mom. I'm responsible. My kids are clean, fed, and taken care of. They are well-behaved. I feel like I need to put a sign on my back saying, "divorced. my husband left me. not a loser, I swear!"
If there's ANY silver lining at all to your situation it seems, it's that you've made it this long without breaking. You seem to be doing fairly well on so very little and that's hugely commendable. Sometimes I don't think we give ourselves credit for carrying the sheer weight that sits on our shoulders all day long.
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