I remember having my baby in 1997-I fell pregnant accidentally and my family told me I had no choice but to keep ‘it’ or I’d go to hell-they don’t believe in abortion-turns out they don’t believe in buying nappies either
i had sweet fuck all-the clothes on my back and not much more
i was in an abusive relationship,my mother is a narc and my father enables her (always has done)
I was (and still am) so grateful to the council who gave me a council house and the benefits I got to live on
i got £80 a week to support us-that didn’t go far even then but it was £80 I didn’t work for-plus I got my rent paid-I will always be grateful for that
my ex would think nothing of stealing the odd tenner,nobody would help me get him out as it’s ‘only a few quid’ and ‘doesn’t matter if you don’t want him anymore-your stuck with him’ (thankfully times have changed,but back then the police turned a blind eye to the bruises and control)
he finally left us,leaving me £8k in debt with loan sharks,has never paid a penny for his dd and my parents where worse than useless-If I borrowed 50p,they’d demand a tenner back
i used to go for days without eating as I couldn’t afford to-I never had the heating on and I’d chose the most important clothes to hand wash in the sink as I couldn’t afford a washer (I didn’t know food banks existed)
I remember buying a packet of nappies in a charity shop-the manager took pity on me as I was 10p short and she let me have them for the money I had-I think someone had bought them,taken two out and their child had stopped using them
my parents used to openly gloat that they’d had a tasty expensive takeaway,had bought lovely new clothes or where going on a posh holiday (again) while knowing I wasn’t eating,lived in the same clothes for years and a holiday was past my wildest dreams-they used to openly laugh at me for being poor,and they encouraged my family to do the same-I took being mocked for years (I’m now nc and can’t explain why I didn’t do that sooner-it was like being in a cult I guess)
fast forward-my ex went to prison for dealing drugs,which meant he didn’t have to pay anything (csa are that bad,I’ve never had a penny in 25 years) but tax credits became a thing-finally I could afford to work part time
slowly and I mean slowly I pulled myself up and out of this shit-now we own our own home,have enough food in the cupboards/freezer,I still buy second hand clothes (because I can afford to buy clothes at all-I can now afford new) and I can afford to put the heating on if it’s needed
gasp-I can even afford to go for a coffee sometimes
but those years will never leave me-I’m stronger for them