From Social Security to Food Benefits, It’s Welfare Gone Wild
Perhaps your right about me having had bad luck with the boys fathers. But before you judge me, please understand that I was raped by my stepfather when I was 15. This went on for about a year before my mother found out and threw ME out, not my rapist stepdad. We lived on the streets for about 18 months after I gave birth. Some guy offered me a place to crash. It was cold, and my son needed a place to live, so I took him up on it. I knew right away he was an addict, but I had nowhere else to go. Thought I could change him. Got pregnant with son #2 after about two years with this slob. By this time I was smart enough and old enough to seek help. It took me about five more years to get my GED and six to qualify for government assistance. This was after crashing on friends couches. I may not have made the best choices with my life, but I don’t have the priviledge of sitting on a high perch, proclaiming others pull themselves up by there bootstraps. But hey, that’s just me.
