Growing up, for some reason, our neighbors used to think (and spread rumors) that my family and I were rich. It's ridiculous, a ridiculous assumption, because we weren't at all. Far from it. So, to be technical, I am a poor woman. Or close to it. Struggled a lot when I was younger, through my teens, and even now. Trying to turn talents into jobs isn't working out such as writing books.
Can't get into selling knitted hats and scarves because I can't always afford yarn. So now I'm onto trying to sell my drawings I do. Why am I doing this?
I intend on saving up, get my own place, eventually my son (I worry every day that he will forget me and it's depressing and sad) and just go from there. These days when I can have money on hand, suddenly my family needs something. Therefore, I have set goals and big dreams. Not like I can try to go out and get a job easy. I live out in the country and no car. Been offered so many jobs lately, but then my family kills that by telling me I can't take those jobs since I don't have a car. It's frustrating and tiring.
Divorce pretty much ruined a lot too: Can't see my son. I can't get health insurance these days cause they try to get me to get child support from him and I don't want to do that. Then the fact I fear relationships now.
I don't know. Have a difficult life and all I want is my own place, a job, and my son. Too much to ask for apparently! Let that be a learned lesson: Family isn't always motivators, they can kill your dreams; divorce can ruin your once hopeful love. And, trying to scrape and save when you're struggling is a hard task. But, hopefully, can be done. Not going to quit. But trying hard is really taking a toll on my mental health. 😔
If any of you understand how these issues are difficult, then I wish you luck with your own goals and family in life.
Love
Ariana
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