Last night I had a break down; thank God my ex had them because I didn’t want them to see me like I was. I didn’t feel sorry for myself, I felt sorry for my children.
I’ve heard stories of people rising from bad times and I never thought I’d be one of those people until I looked at my bank account that morning and saw that I only had $4.67 left and still had a week left until I got paid again. That moment my heart broke, then sank. Writ Continue reading “With only $4.67 in my Bank Account”