Wow this says much. I can relate I will add my own.
Being poor is deciding what condiment will be mixed with the noodles for a pasta dinner.
Being poor is eying ashtrays for long cigarettes to snatch and smoke down.
Being poor is trying to smile and chuckle when your family explains that things are tough for them and they have had to cut their wine budget, when is the last time I bought a bottle of wine- it has been years.
Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.
Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.
Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.
Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.
Being poor is living next to the freeway.
Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching…
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