At this time I had just started working for tweeter in rockville a few months back. Mother got us evicted in April 2007.(was homeless until mid summer) I was living in Bowie with a friends grandmother paying $400/mo in rent. Later this December Jen & I would move into our first basement apartment off boiling brook pkwy in Rockville for $800/month. Jen was unemployed after her step mothers sister was a douche bag and fired her(long story) Jens parents did also not like me, which was a big misunderstanding, but fair enough. I instigated it.(I make it very easy for people to judge me, then tell them to fuck off I know the heart I have) I was carrying us financially for quite some time. I was broke with wreck less spending habits, I only had enough to pay bills, blowing the rest. I was 19, making 25-35k a year(commission). Just 6 months prior I was eating PBJ’s out of my car with $10 in the bank. This is just 9 years ago. I’ve moved 5 times since and have a 0% mortgage.
I got stories until I’m blue in the face. Moral of the story is this. I don’t give a fuck what you have been through, failing is a CHOICE. Ever worked 80 hours a week for 4 months straight? I did. Step your game up! Unless your physically and mentally medically incapable, get off your ass, change your habits and do whatever the fuck it takes.
I’m not nearly where I want to be because my standards are very high, but at least I got out of that fucking TRAP I call being helplessly POOR generation after generation.
