‘Poor people don’t plan long-term. We’ll just get our hearts broken’
In the autumn of 2013 I was in my first term of school in a decade. I had two jobs; my husband, Tom, was working full-time; and we were raising our two small girls. It was the first time in years that we felt like maybe things were looking like they’d be OK for a while. After a gruelling shift at work, I was unwinding online when I saw a question from someone on a forum I frequented: Why do poor people do things that seem so self-destructive? Why I make terrible decisions, or, poverty thoughts There’s no way to structure this coherently. Rest is a luxury for the rich. Those nights I’m in bed by midnight, but if I go to bed too early I won’t be able to stay up the other nights because I’ll fuck my pattern up, and I drive an hour home from Job 2 so I can’t afford to be sleepy. When I was pregnant the first time, I was living in a weekly motel for some time. I know how to cook. We have learned not to try too hard to be middle class. We have very few of them. Convenience food is just that.
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