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Martina

Years old: I am 35
Hobby: Horny Bitches Looking Masage And Sex
Eyes colour: I’ve got brilliant gray eyes
Gender: Lady
What is my hair: I have long wavy hair
What I prefer to drink: Tequila
I like piercing: None

What do you want me to do? I'll suck your fucking dick if that's it. I'm sorry I focused on school instead of work. If I had just said fuck school I'd be fine. I ran out of money and couldn't afford college anymore so I don't have a degree. I've only had one job at a supermarket that isn't even there anymore.

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Why can't I get a fucking job Humans in space suits make monkeys nervous. Post a reply.

I come like a thousand doves. Though in the animation field, it can be a grind for several years to get consistent work.

I mean, FUCK, this would've been the best job to slide into, they have a goddamn bar in their lobby. I didn't tell my kids about it for the first few months because I figured I'd tell them when I slid into a new job. I sat in the car for five or ten minutes thinking about that instead of my interview talking points, and then had to walk into another conference room and do my spiel for the 50th time I want to reiterate that what I'm going through is not a tragedy, and I'm going through a hardship in terms of months rather than years.

Last edited by BlackSugar on Sat Feb 22, am, edited 1 time in total. To me it's particularly tough because you were always like 1 "person who will always land on his feet when thrown out a window," and it's jarring to hear you've had such a hard time of it.

I guess even the most charming of us can't be totally immune to hard times. But still.

It's extra terrifying. I am astounded that you can still find the generosity to share your experience so frankly for the benefit of the rest of us dopes. It hurts reading them. Please feel free to ignore this if it's not what you're looking for. FWIW, my family went through some pretty serious financial ups and downs growing up, as the early 90s recession, a few other decisions, the early s dip, then the great recession hit my dad and the family hard in waves, taking our feet out from under us on multiple occasions.

I haven't been directly in your shoes but have been the kid in the family rooting for their dad while realizing the world is fucked and doesn't care about anyone. I still hurt knowing how hard it was on my dad, who did everything right "they" told him to, in order to be successful and take care of his family. I'm glad you're talking to your kids now that it's continuing -- my parents talked to me, but more frequently didn't.

I get it, you wanna shield them and your really shouldn't put too much on them.

Especially when I was 7 though I wasn't dumb and kids pick up on a lot. But when I was 15, I understood a lot but was more scared by what people weren't telling me and I had to put together for myself.

I wanted to be a regular teen, sure, but I knew things were different and I wanted to help or just be included in the family. I think to this day the thing that always lingers with me are the feelings of isolation when things were at a serious low point.

No one was talking, dad told us nothing until it blew up and I just stopped being at home much. I have a good relationship with my parents and I love them, they're human, and i know they were doing the best they could like any of us. I'm not mad or sad about anything I missed out on due to money -- hell my parents could get really creative and made our childhoods really great.

My parents got better about telling me things as I got older and it feels so much better to be able to talk and find a way to rally together. Your kids sound great, esp if they already grasp the need to skip the camp, and you talked about it. It's also okay to feel frustrated and sad by the little stuff, even just not giving your kid an expensive skate camp.

I know it's not the same as kids who can't see a dentist for years on end that was me for awhile or kids in true, grinding poverty. It's good to keep that perspective but the feelings of sadness are valid.

At least for me, denying that made it worse because then I pushed down my feelings till they built into a ball of anxiety I just had to sit with until it came spewing out. I didn't mean for this to be so long and I dunno if there's anything helpful in there. I hope the takeaway isn't too deflating, for real -- I just wanted to share the kid perspective. It's not easy, but neither is life -- and it's a lot easier to me when people are at least talking and being there for each other.

Parents can and should sheild their kids -- they can't be your support group -- but eventually the realities of the world hit most of us, so you can help them learn that part too and how to navigate that. Your kids are good people and they love you, their dad, who is human.

The experience was pretty stressful for me mostly cause how my mom handled this Never knowingly eaten an ass. New Improved Alaska wrote: shut the fuck up. Real Love wrote: every once in a while saranclaps will try to do a funny and it's an extremely off note but I'm not totally convinced he's aware of what is happening. Otherwise i am about to hit 6 months on the job search. I didnt qualify for unemployment, I lost my apt, all my credit is now severely in default, my friend let me crash on her floor for most of february but her roommates are tired of it and I have to be out by next Wednesday.

I know this sounds dramatic and shit, but does anyone have any practical experience living very briefly in a shelter? And still being able to make it to job interviews? It's a long story but it never worked out! I was ashamed to post because I thought people on this board in particular would look down on me for taking money from Amazon.

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The feeling of dread of having to look for another job and interview and start over at the bottom with less pay and possibly lose my apartment was enough to wake me up and be thankful for my shit job. I wish all of you the best. Good luck. Sometimes you gotta eat.