I thought about not posting this, but then I thought, maybe I should let people see what goes on behind the blog and not just the usual fun, quirky stuff. I'll let ya'll see the REAL LIFE me. And I might lose followers, or even friends over this. But I'm speaking my mind today and I really don't care.
Here's the thing. I'm poor. My husband hates for me to say that because he says we aren't. But I have to disagree.
Do you know the last time I filled my tank up with gas? Me either.
Do you know the last time I cried about late bills? Today.
Do you know how ghetto I feel because we have to rely on taxes just to buy things we usually can't afford (like appliances, computers, lawn mowers, etc.) and then turn right back around and be poor again when it's all gone? Very ghetto.
Do you know what it's like to live paycheck to paycheck? Or have to borrow money from family to pay for a tire or water bill? I do.
I've never put new tires on a vehicle before. Ever. If one goes flat, we buy a used tire that lasts about 6 months.
I don't know what it's like to be able to buy what I want, when I want it. This includes makeup, hair stuff, home decor, shoes, clothes, fingernail polish. You name it, I have to save up for it. Or wait until we have a little extra pocket change.
What we do depends on how much gas we can afford to get anywhere.
Do you know what it's liked to be JUDGED because you get financial assistance from the government???? I sure as hell hope not, but you know...there are some very judgmental assholes in this world. And I would just like to give a big middle finger in the air to you.
You think because I have an iPhone, tattoos, and (sometimes) nice looking clothes that I shouldn't be using food stamps? Let me explain something. My clothes come from my best friend, my family, or Wal-Mart. I literally can't remember the last time I bought any article of clothing for myself with my own money. My tattoos are usually from people I know who will give me a discount and I've saved up for them. PS-My most expensive tattoo was $50. Whooptydoo. Want to know why we have iPhones? Because we WANT iPhones. I didn't realize that since we are on Government assistance, I needed a dinosaur phone to prove how poor I am.
You know what else? Sometimes, I buy wine or beer! *gasp!* I know....it should be so illegal that I get to enjoy things like that once in a blue moon just because I'm poor.
I don't think people understand what they are saying when they say things like "You shouldn't get that much taxes back" or "I'm so glad I work so YOU can stay at home" or "How's that insurance and food I'm working for so you can enjoy?". It's rude and hurtful. So just stop.
So there you have it friends. I'm a poor blogger. But you know what else? Most of the time, I'm pretty happy. Because I know I'M doing what I need for my family by going to school to better our future. I know (hopefully) our life won't always be a struggle and we will be able to provide better things for our children. And I will praise the Lord the day we are able to get off Government assistance. But I will NEVER EVER EVER judge anyone who is. Because I've been in their shoes and know what's it's like. Those of you who don't have to worry about money, can kiss it. YOU don't know what struggle is, therefore YOU do not have the right to judge those are ARE struggling.