individual. I am married and have 3 wonderful kids who are my entire
world. I live in the middle of
nowhere Missouri, if anyone ever wants to know where the Boondocks are,
I will give you directions.
I was recently approached by my friend to start a blog and talk about
being broke all the time. “What
the heck, I already do that as it is”. Therefore, here it is…
I have been poor, broke, lower class; whatever you might, call it my
entire adult life. I do not blame anyone
for my circumstances; I just deal with the hand that has been dealt to me. However, I definitely do not do it quietly. I do not believe people who think that a
person can change their destiny or improve their lives by simply wishing it to
be. I have worked hard my entire life
and have very little to show for it. But I have a roof over my head and my kids
are clothed and fed and to me that is a lot. I love my life, but I do not love
all the financial hardships that I have been through. I feel like I am a poster child for those get
out of debt commercials.
“Are you stressed, have bill collectors calling day and night, can’t
see the future because you’re drowning in the present”
YES! I use myself and my situation as an example to my kids. I am constantly telling them to never do
things the way I did them, I only pray they are listening. I am putting this
out there because I want others to know that they aren't alone and that there
are other normal people out there who have the same problems. Ok, maybe I
exaggerated a tad when I called myself normal. This is a sounding board for me,
a place to vent my frustrations and trials about debt and being broke. But it
is also meant to be healing for me as well. I have the horrible tendency to
bottle up and not let any of my problems out.
I realized that by doing this, it is really hurting me. Taking my pride
down a notch and sharing these thoughts with you is a step towards coping for
me. Therefore, with the hope that you have found a kindred spirit with who you
can share your thoughts and emotions, I hope to see ya next time.
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