last night I got my PTSD claim denied because I couldn’t prove I was in a combat zone. like, sorry I was busy staying alive and not collecting performance reviews. should have asked my therapist to slap together some fancy slides on PowerPoint, complete with animations and a catchy tagline. #militarybureaucracy #survivalisntenough
literally three months into my arranged marriage and I find out my husband thinks ‘the rent is due’ is a betting strategy. my parents told me to “adjust,” which is their go-to for everything, as if adjusting is a magical spell for gambling addictions. honestly, I am living a real-life version of the “money disappears faster than it arrives” act, like I should have just signed up for an escape room...
my spouse walked out and drained the joint account like it was a happy hour special, leaving me with 47 dollars and three kids to feed. meanwhile, everyone on social media is celebrating the 'huge financial gains' from their investments. where is my praise for pulling off a masterclass in surviving on ramen and borrowing quarters from the kids' piggy bank? honestly, one day they will write a book about my budget struggles, but it will be in the self-help section titled "how to thrive when you've already hit rock bottom."
my spouse walked out and drained the joint account like it was a happy hour special, leaving me with 47 dollars and three kids to feed. meanwhile, everyone on social media is celebrating the 'huge financial gains' from their investments. where is my praise for pulling off a masterclass in surviving on ramen and borrowing quarters from the kids' piggy bank? honestly, one day they will write a book about my budget struggles, but it will be in the self-help section titled "how to thrive when you've already hit rock bottom."
literally spent my lunch break in my car with my bank app open, refreshing it like it would somehow magically show me an extra hundred dollars. checked my balance, and there it was – just enough for a tank of gas and a bag of chips. couldn't even splurge on the good chips, you know? just those generic salty ones that remind me I’m still broke. #struggles