Butter sandwiches? Must have been nice. :wink:I grew up dirt poor. Single mother working three jobs and a non-existent dad that didn't pay support. So when I say poor, I don't mean "couldn't get the newest Jordan's" poor. I mean, butter sandwiches for dinner poor.
Now I make good money. And while I don't typically blow money and usually am really good at saving, for some reason in a bar setting when I've had a few, that Poor Pantsy wants to come out and let everyone know how well he's doing by paying for drinks. It doesn't break my bank account, but it's something I shouldn't really do.
I hear you, though. Without going into too much detail, we must come from similar situations. My childhood sucked until I was about 15 years old. I wouldn't trade it for anything, though. Those are the kind of things that mold you as a person. Just like you, I make good money now, but I never forget about those hard times.
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