My children are driving me up the wall right now.
(Summary: left abusive marriage in 08; repatriated to US while he was in custody for beating my oldest son – his stepson. He’s a scientist and was pretty angry when we left. He’s drug his heels on the divorce, hasn’t paid one cent in child support.
I had what I thought was a year’s salary saved up to live here until I found a job. Repatriating to the US with literally nothing but my savings and two suitcases sucked up my savings and retirement. You’d be amazed how fast it goes with just the bare necessities. That disappeared somewhere in 04/09 and declared BK 11/09).
I had a teaching position from 10/08 until 1/09 when the private school I worked at laid me off (to my shock) because they ran out of money. Thank God for that so I could qualify for UI eventually because otherwise I would have had to subsist on even less. I get a whooping $482 a week on UI. I am unemployed (have been for over a year now), can’t find a teaching position or anything at this point to save my life. Unemployment suggested I pursue additional training so I’m enrolled at a uni p/t .
Although declaring Ch 7 has helped me reassess my life, I also realize that I could very well be unemployed for years. The student loans I’ve had to take out are beginning to worry me because although Employment Security is still paying my UI benefits (through the extended program), at this point I am staring at $25,000 in loans at this point. I am considering transferring to a cheaper university. I do not have any credit cards anymore and don’t plan on getting any EVER anymore.
My youngest is/was a soccer phenom and plays at the highest level in the state (he used to play for a jr professional team in Europe). In Europe, he received a stipend but in the US it’s more like paying for his soccer is killing me (as an unemployed single parent).
The other parents on the team (in a pretty wealthy part of town) have no sympathy whatsoever (the kind of people who would make Marie Antoinette proud) and seem to enjoy putting out money hand over fist. The kind of kids that have brand new Nike Vipers every week in every color while I now drag my kid to Big 5 for the sales (which he hates). The coach sent out that the kids have to go to Arizona to play a game on a holiday weekend. I thought I would be working by now (he sent out the notice the week that I had been hired by the insurance benefits company that later rescinded the offer).
I do not have the money (he hasn’t gone on trips before because I do not have the money to send him). I moved out of my old place and found a new townhouse that was a LOT less than the old place so I am paying my rent now. If I let him go, I have to go with him and it would cost at least $2000. That’s money I was going to save to buy a car cash.
Around the summer, when things were really bad, we didn’t go on a vacation for the first time in their lives. My kids were raised very spoiled back when my ex and I were together (he made a lot of money and I probably overcompensated for the turmoil in their lives with his abusive behavior). We’re talking cruises, international trips every holiday period; their passports are full of exotic stamps but honestly I don’t think they even appreciate it because all they do is complain.
I just told my youngest that we can’t afford the $2000 for him to go play for a weekend with his team and he’s having a fit because our poverty is destroying his soccer career (in his words. I refuse to say a bad word about his dad being a deadbeat so he doesn’t even know his father honored the court ordered payments). Whenever they ask for things now, I tell them I have a budget and no, they can’t have an iPhone, brand new clothes, etc. My oldest, who has autism (PDD-NOS) most of the time is ok but today when he asked me if he could learn how to drive (he’s 17) and I told him he would have to wait until April when I could save up for it, he said, “You should have stayed with Eric. He used to beat us but we weren’t poor”. It hurt me to the core because I struggled to leave him after 14 years of sheer he**, thought my son understood and the mere fact I tell the kids we have to budget now, I don’t have credit cards to use and no, we can’t go out to eat. I’m not working, for God’s sake! He also knows he receives a whooping $197 per month for SSI (for his disability) and he just told me he wants all of HIS money because he doesn’t want to support me (so I guess I have to cancel that order of caviar! My first husband also left the country after his birth rather than ever pay a cent of child support so I’ve supported him my entire life alone).
Then an hour later, the youngest asks me if he can have a new pair of pants (mind you I haven’t bought any new clothes since 08). I said to bring me his pants and I would sew them because he’d need to wait until April (again, saving). He’s 12 (and my ex-husband’s spitting image) and tells me, “Why don’t you get a husband or something so you can afford stuff”. Again, I go through explaining I am budgeting. Then I explained to both kids that I will be getting a new car and it will be smaller and cheaper since I am not reaffirming the soccer mom special I have. They’ve been insulting the cars I want to get (as long as it moves, I don't care what it looks like).
I need to save because not only have I exhausted my entire savings that I thought would serve as a basis for my retirement, but I even when the bk is discharged, the fact that I am still looking for a job during the day and only take two classes a week at night means I need to save even IF I find something finally paying a livable wage, I have a big hole to dig out of (when they'll be on their merry way as adults hopefully. I don't want to be a burden on them).
I am looking for work all day, cook, clean, chauffeur the soccer prince and they just don’t seem to get it. I don’t know how to re-set them to be less spoiled and not spit all over me because I’m bankrupt. I love them and willingly made sacrifices for them but is this just puberty or just incorrigible kids? How do I fix this?
My physician and later a psychiatrist said I have post traumatic stress disorder (after being isolated so long) to make matters worse. I don't want to tell the kids this (they are only kids) but when they hurl these insults at me, I get flashbacks of the ex (he used to hurl verbal insults before he would hit).
I feel a million times better since I declared Chapter 7 and the one job I was finally offered was rescinded because I have a bk (despite the fact I told them throughout the interview process that I had declared chapter 7). There was a period where although I wasn’t suicidal per se, I wouldn’t move out of the way if a truck were about to hit me.
Any advice please? I love my kids but am beginning to feel like they’re monsters but maybe I am expecting too much. How do your children react to the new rules/life after bankruptcy? I have no family except for my father (who is 93 years old and when I speak to him, he keeps repeating himself and I’m starting to worry that maybe he’s not mentally all there. He becomes combative if I even mention that he should either move in with us or have someone come in and watch him but I can’t afford it).
I know, I'm all over the place. Sorry
(Summary: left abusive marriage in 08; repatriated to US while he was in custody for beating my oldest son – his stepson. He’s a scientist and was pretty angry when we left. He’s drug his heels on the divorce, hasn’t paid one cent in child support.
I had what I thought was a year’s salary saved up to live here until I found a job. Repatriating to the US with literally nothing but my savings and two suitcases sucked up my savings and retirement. You’d be amazed how fast it goes with just the bare necessities. That disappeared somewhere in 04/09 and declared BK 11/09).
I had a teaching position from 10/08 until 1/09 when the private school I worked at laid me off (to my shock) because they ran out of money. Thank God for that so I could qualify for UI eventually because otherwise I would have had to subsist on even less. I get a whooping $482 a week on UI. I am unemployed (have been for over a year now), can’t find a teaching position or anything at this point to save my life. Unemployment suggested I pursue additional training so I’m enrolled at a uni p/t .
Although declaring Ch 7 has helped me reassess my life, I also realize that I could very well be unemployed for years. The student loans I’ve had to take out are beginning to worry me because although Employment Security is still paying my UI benefits (through the extended program), at this point I am staring at $25,000 in loans at this point. I am considering transferring to a cheaper university. I do not have any credit cards anymore and don’t plan on getting any EVER anymore.
My youngest is/was a soccer phenom and plays at the highest level in the state (he used to play for a jr professional team in Europe). In Europe, he received a stipend but in the US it’s more like paying for his soccer is killing me (as an unemployed single parent).
The other parents on the team (in a pretty wealthy part of town) have no sympathy whatsoever (the kind of people who would make Marie Antoinette proud) and seem to enjoy putting out money hand over fist. The kind of kids that have brand new Nike Vipers every week in every color while I now drag my kid to Big 5 for the sales (which he hates). The coach sent out that the kids have to go to Arizona to play a game on a holiday weekend. I thought I would be working by now (he sent out the notice the week that I had been hired by the insurance benefits company that later rescinded the offer).
I do not have the money (he hasn’t gone on trips before because I do not have the money to send him). I moved out of my old place and found a new townhouse that was a LOT less than the old place so I am paying my rent now. If I let him go, I have to go with him and it would cost at least $2000. That’s money I was going to save to buy a car cash.
Around the summer, when things were really bad, we didn’t go on a vacation for the first time in their lives. My kids were raised very spoiled back when my ex and I were together (he made a lot of money and I probably overcompensated for the turmoil in their lives with his abusive behavior). We’re talking cruises, international trips every holiday period; their passports are full of exotic stamps but honestly I don’t think they even appreciate it because all they do is complain.
I just told my youngest that we can’t afford the $2000 for him to go play for a weekend with his team and he’s having a fit because our poverty is destroying his soccer career (in his words. I refuse to say a bad word about his dad being a deadbeat so he doesn’t even know his father honored the court ordered payments). Whenever they ask for things now, I tell them I have a budget and no, they can’t have an iPhone, brand new clothes, etc. My oldest, who has autism (PDD-NOS) most of the time is ok but today when he asked me if he could learn how to drive (he’s 17) and I told him he would have to wait until April when I could save up for it, he said, “You should have stayed with Eric. He used to beat us but we weren’t poor”. It hurt me to the core because I struggled to leave him after 14 years of sheer he**, thought my son understood and the mere fact I tell the kids we have to budget now, I don’t have credit cards to use and no, we can’t go out to eat. I’m not working, for God’s sake! He also knows he receives a whooping $197 per month for SSI (for his disability) and he just told me he wants all of HIS money because he doesn’t want to support me (so I guess I have to cancel that order of caviar! My first husband also left the country after his birth rather than ever pay a cent of child support so I’ve supported him my entire life alone).
Then an hour later, the youngest asks me if he can have a new pair of pants (mind you I haven’t bought any new clothes since 08). I said to bring me his pants and I would sew them because he’d need to wait until April (again, saving). He’s 12 (and my ex-husband’s spitting image) and tells me, “Why don’t you get a husband or something so you can afford stuff”. Again, I go through explaining I am budgeting. Then I explained to both kids that I will be getting a new car and it will be smaller and cheaper since I am not reaffirming the soccer mom special I have. They’ve been insulting the cars I want to get (as long as it moves, I don't care what it looks like).
I need to save because not only have I exhausted my entire savings that I thought would serve as a basis for my retirement, but I even when the bk is discharged, the fact that I am still looking for a job during the day and only take two classes a week at night means I need to save even IF I find something finally paying a livable wage, I have a big hole to dig out of (when they'll be on their merry way as adults hopefully. I don't want to be a burden on them).
I am looking for work all day, cook, clean, chauffeur the soccer prince and they just don’t seem to get it. I don’t know how to re-set them to be less spoiled and not spit all over me because I’m bankrupt. I love them and willingly made sacrifices for them but is this just puberty or just incorrigible kids? How do I fix this?
My physician and later a psychiatrist said I have post traumatic stress disorder (after being isolated so long) to make matters worse. I don't want to tell the kids this (they are only kids) but when they hurl these insults at me, I get flashbacks of the ex (he used to hurl verbal insults before he would hit).
I feel a million times better since I declared Chapter 7 and the one job I was finally offered was rescinded because I have a bk (despite the fact I told them throughout the interview process that I had declared chapter 7). There was a period where although I wasn’t suicidal per se, I wouldn’t move out of the way if a truck were about to hit me.
Any advice please? I love my kids but am beginning to feel like they’re monsters but maybe I am expecting too much. How do your children react to the new rules/life after bankruptcy? I have no family except for my father (who is 93 years old and when I speak to him, he keeps repeating himself and I’m starting to worry that maybe he’s not mentally all there. He becomes combative if I even mention that he should either move in with us or have someone come in and watch him but I can’t afford it).
I know, I'm all over the place. Sorry
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