tiggerspoohbear
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I moved out at 18, worked full-time, paid for my apartment and my bills. I always had a job, food on my table, gas in my car (my own through a bank loan) and a rood over my head. Anything left over was "extra" and either saved or I payed myself a treat. For the last 6 yrs I have been unable to work due to mental health issues. I get gov't disability, but once I pay my rent and bills, there isn't much left. I'm lucky, and forever grateful that my dad is not only willing to help me, but does so without recrimination. He knows I didn't ask for this, he's well-off and can afford it. Yet I still feel like a mooch when I have to ask for help every month. Believe me, no extras are being bought. No more magazines, or paperbacks, arts and crafts projects or even clothing, the last unless absolutely necessary. I don't like it, but that's the way it is. My sister is well off financially, no thanks to my BIL passing away 2 1/2 yrs ago. She and my niece are left wanting for nothing and I'm happy for her. My niece's education is covered once she graduates from high school, whatever she chooses to major in. So Greedy, yes, I completely understand where you're coming from. I never thought that at the age of 48 I'd be relying on anyone but myself to live. Shit happens, and it did to me. I don't wish it on anyone, especially myself, but life goes on and I've learned to make do with what I have.
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