Hi. This is not exactly where I "want" to be.
Here's my story: I got a college degree 10 years ago and came to this town (shall remain nameless) after hearing there were "plenty of opportunities" for those in my field. I moved here with every thing I had only to find that there were no "real" jobs in my field here. I was left with zero money, no chance of getting out or going to school. 6 years ago, I bought a house. I don't know what I was thinking-- perhaps something to the effect of "I want to be involved in the "American Dream," or, "If you can't fight them join them." Well-- I have been-- the nightmare that is-- low wages-- an unending night job/ w no weekends or holidays. 9/11 happened. No more raises at work, no more cost of living adjustments. They fired nearly everyone except me, and so I am overworked, doing jobs that were once done by a whole "crew."
3 years ago I broke my leg. That's when the bankruptcy actually began. I had insurance, but my deductible was 5000.00 dollars. I got a loan, but also had to charge a lot more on my credit card, about 3000.00 (included physical therapy, etc all after care. Things not covered by medical insurance.) My car died, and I got a new used one. I started "Robbing Peter to Pay Paul" regularly. Then, when I was still in a cast, my father died and I was left with the task of paying for the funeral. I started to use the credit card to "cover" for the rest of the month-- to pay for food and bills. The Operation on my leg cut nerves and veins and now I am probably going to lose my leg without another 5000.00 surgery...ETC... see where this is going???
I am now sitting in a worn out old house (that I can't fix or sell) with NO HEAT. I have 3 space heaters and a crock pot under my sink. Not a safe situation, no a cheap alternative. I have NO CLOTHES to try to go to any interview to get another job. I cant afford medicine...ETC...These are problems "Street People" have, not people with houses who work 40+ hours per week!
Yesterday, I called a Lawyer, my first step in bankruptsy I thought I would do the chapter 13, but he said I do not make enough money to pay anyone back. I will need to go for a chapter 7 (he says).
My pride is a bit hurt. I have paid my bills, usually ON TIME, and fully for all my life. I really feel like I have --- I don't know-- demolished something precious-- trust, I guess. I really wanted to do well. I have lived frugally all my life. I have never had a vacation, I have never had a party. I am about to shout, "Screw it" and party till I drop.
The thing I have feared most in life has been POVERTY, and yet, I have been living it all these years. I mean, I'm THERE! I always thought I was a little over the curve, maybe lower middle class, but no, I am poor.
I have been so depressed since June, I really haven't paid any attention to the mail. I have no idea how much I owe. I hate myself. I have failed in the worst way!!! It is awful!!! I am choosing between staying warm and eating! Seriously!
I broke down and cried. I'm Gutless. My father would have rolled in his grave.
At this point, I don't care if I lose it all. I am freezing. I am tired. They've worn me down. Even when I file, it will be months and months till anything is done. I can't do anything until I do my taxes because I need the money to pay the lawyer (I am incompetent with forms, so I am not going to fill them out alone).
Here's my story: I got a college degree 10 years ago and came to this town (shall remain nameless) after hearing there were "plenty of opportunities" for those in my field. I moved here with every thing I had only to find that there were no "real" jobs in my field here. I was left with zero money, no chance of getting out or going to school. 6 years ago, I bought a house. I don't know what I was thinking-- perhaps something to the effect of "I want to be involved in the "American Dream," or, "If you can't fight them join them." Well-- I have been-- the nightmare that is-- low wages-- an unending night job/ w no weekends or holidays. 9/11 happened. No more raises at work, no more cost of living adjustments. They fired nearly everyone except me, and so I am overworked, doing jobs that were once done by a whole "crew."
3 years ago I broke my leg. That's when the bankruptcy actually began. I had insurance, but my deductible was 5000.00 dollars. I got a loan, but also had to charge a lot more on my credit card, about 3000.00 (included physical therapy, etc all after care. Things not covered by medical insurance.) My car died, and I got a new used one. I started "Robbing Peter to Pay Paul" regularly. Then, when I was still in a cast, my father died and I was left with the task of paying for the funeral. I started to use the credit card to "cover" for the rest of the month-- to pay for food and bills. The Operation on my leg cut nerves and veins and now I am probably going to lose my leg without another 5000.00 surgery...ETC... see where this is going???
I am now sitting in a worn out old house (that I can't fix or sell) with NO HEAT. I have 3 space heaters and a crock pot under my sink. Not a safe situation, no a cheap alternative. I have NO CLOTHES to try to go to any interview to get another job. I cant afford medicine...ETC...These are problems "Street People" have, not people with houses who work 40+ hours per week!
Yesterday, I called a Lawyer, my first step in bankruptsy I thought I would do the chapter 13, but he said I do not make enough money to pay anyone back. I will need to go for a chapter 7 (he says).
My pride is a bit hurt. I have paid my bills, usually ON TIME, and fully for all my life. I really feel like I have --- I don't know-- demolished something precious-- trust, I guess. I really wanted to do well. I have lived frugally all my life. I have never had a vacation, I have never had a party. I am about to shout, "Screw it" and party till I drop.
The thing I have feared most in life has been POVERTY, and yet, I have been living it all these years. I mean, I'm THERE! I always thought I was a little over the curve, maybe lower middle class, but no, I am poor.
I have been so depressed since June, I really haven't paid any attention to the mail. I have no idea how much I owe. I hate myself. I have failed in the worst way!!! It is awful!!! I am choosing between staying warm and eating! Seriously!
I broke down and cried. I'm Gutless. My father would have rolled in his grave.
At this point, I don't care if I lose it all. I am freezing. I am tired. They've worn me down. Even when I file, it will be months and months till anything is done. I can't do anything until I do my taxes because I need the money to pay the lawyer (I am incompetent with forms, so I am not going to fill them out alone).
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