I remember being 19,pregnant and homeless
i managed to get back on my feet by the skin of my teeth and swallowed my pride and claimed benefits
my rent and council tax where paid for and I got milk tokens but I was left with everything else-I met my ex and we had more babies-we both worked and life was better-we could afford small luxuries
then,he left me for a 14 year old (he got her pregnant and ended up slopping out and avoiding dropping his soap in wormwood scrubs for dealing drugs)
he’s never paid a penny towards them
its a long story but I ended up living hour to hour,trying to work out where I could shave a few pennies to put towards ‘luxuries’ like food-the heating never went on,we would walk to the park just to get out of the house
i had bailiffs at my door almost weekly due to the debts he left me,I remember finding 50p in the street and crying because I could afford bread
living in dread of the washing machine/mircowave/kettle etc breaking down
we lived in a damp,unheated undecorated house-I used to dread winter
cheap shoes for us all-I couldn’t afford the posher ones
i once bought my dd a top in the charity shop and then the pre paid meter ran out later that day-the money I’d spent on her top could have topped up the gas-we had no hot water for 3 days
if the meter ran out,we sat in the dark
We couldn’t afford things like curtains,proper bedding or carpets-we did get charity funding for things like that-it was bloody degrading having to admit I could provide things like that
i remember getting a food parcel one Christmas and somebody had written a note on one of the soup tins
‘to the really poor person who’s going to receive this soup,I’m glad I could buy this for you,from alice’
i felt like shit
i was given a box of chocolates once-only a cheapy box,but it made the kids month-it was an unheard of treat
school uniform-the bill was insane,I had to claim a grant for secondary school-that was degrading handing over my letter just to buy awful quality uniform and having to pay £15 for 3 school ties knowing I’d have to cut back elsewhere and not knowing where
sobbing my eyes out because I’d been overpaid £53 on my tax credits and knowing I couldn’t afford the £5 a week to pay it back
knowing my kids had to have free school dinners-and giving them sandwiches for dinner-at least they’d had a good meal at school
burning with shame having to pay for something with money from the copper jar-having to stand there while they counted out my pennies
Not being able to give them 20p each to take part in the school raffle
I’m utterly ashamed to admit this,but two of mine once won a voucher for £20 at the local shop
i had to claim it as I was over 18 and I didn’t tell them they’d won it as it was needed to buy food for them that week-I was that skint-and if I’d given it to them,they would have spent it on sweets (they where young and didn’t get just on the breadline we where)
(I have paid it back to them both many times over now,but the feeling of shame will never leave me)
daft thing is,if I admitted it to them now,I know they’d just laugh it off but I’m too ashamed