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Hi, meet my family and me. dsfhnskjdfhd

Holy shit. Ok so as many of you know I grew up proper poor, with a drug addicted mother. I moved put when I was 18, and I am still fairly poor but I have my own money.

And every single one of these things is applicable to me. That fucks me up.

You can’t know what it is to be poor until you are. And it leaves marks on you.

me too argh

especially the food one and the gift one and short term spending one (ESPECIALLY the clothes part, because lord knows i don’t need to replace the one pair of jeans in my wardrobe even if i can afford it until they literally disintegrate off of my person!  and maybe not even then, whee duck tape!)

and that’s ridiculous bc i was barely even poor for like five minutes and it was only suburban middle class we-still-had-a-car-and-a-tv-and-a-house poor too, sigh

Yep yep yep every single one of these. 

I think this is honestly the best article I’ve ever read on growing up poor and how it affects you into adulthood, despite being on Cracked.com  

As someone who grew up in the projects and the backwoods on food stamps and HUD, all these are issues I’m still dealing with. The only difference is that I coupon and obsessively stockpile food as well, as though it will someday just vanish. DH has to reign me in and force me not to overdo it honestly. He has to take away about half of what I plan to give the kids every holiday as well, because I cannot enter a toy store without doing the whole, “Oh God, I ALWAYS wanted one of those as a kid and couldn’t have it! My kids NEED it!”

And the crappy food? I have had SUCH a hard time getting past that but I hope my kids have enough healthy food on a constant basis that I haven’t passed that on to them…