Ever heard the saying, you’re only one pay slip away from poverty?
It’s something I have never given a great deal of thought to because, although I’m not exactly rich, I’m comfortable. Maybe been a bit too comfortable.
My marriage broke up and is towards the end of the divorce process. I’m trying desperately to make ends meet on a part time wage, but the more I search for longer hours the further away that dream seems.
We haven’t reached a settlement yet, that should be in a few months, but I could lose my home, I’m fast losing savings because of legal fees and each time I shop, I find myself dropping another item off the bill as I need to save all I can (no bath soak, I can do without, no meat, I can do without, etc).
I wanted a quick and fair divorce - He wants to leave me with nothing (he’s been hateful all the way through).
I just need a hand hold I think. I’m slowly sinking into despair and the worry is eating away at me.
There are people worse off than I am, please don’t think I’m blind to that. But I just can’t see any light at the end of this tunnel.
I have no friends, no family.
Each day is a battle. A battle I fear I’m losing.