I would love to hear your opinion on this post.

I sit at work and wonder why life is so unjust. All my life I have struggled for everything I have.

As a teenager I had to work for any money I needed. I did not get to go on the class trips, I did

not get the yearbok, famcy clothes yet I worked and learned how to get what I wanted and what I

needed. As an adult I still struggled, with a 1 year old son I went to college and earned a degree, and

still worked my way through at RadioShack. Due to circumstances beyond my control I found myself a

single parent. Once I finished college I moved back to my hometown area and my son and I started a life.

No help from my parents, young and not being able to leave the home even to meet people.

I went garage sale to garage sale buy this and that. I filled my 1 bedroom apartment. He got the bedroom and

I on the couch. Once I settled I landed a job at WalMart (hey it's something). I was having trouble finding a

way to work and get my child off to school, at no point in my life did I ask for or take a goverment handout. My

mother told me I need to stay at home with my son and collect welfare. I wanted more for him and myself. I

wanted to work. This whole time my parents lived right below me and would never help. When I did ask them

for help she told me there is a shelter in our area that would take us in.

Slowly over time and my son growup. I started different jobs paying more money. Was able to purachse a washer and dryer and moved into a mobile home (2 BEDROOMS). I got up to working 2 jobs but that took away a lot of time with my son and cost a lot for a babysitter.

When my son was 9 I met a man and seem to be the dream life. We all moved in together and I found that "Larry" did not have any thing of his own, like money, the house was in foreclosure and the diswasher was filled with bills (how can I make that one up). I found that I was pregant. I had a wonderful daughter. As Larry's drinking was consuming his life I took my kids and moved out again. Starting over, I bought my first piece of new furnature, A COUCH. Things were always tough but I figured that as much as I have been through I can start over again. Now my son is an adult and in the Navy, I could not be prouder. My aughter is now 9 years old and I found myself a man when she was 2. He is not a perfect man, we keep our money seperate and split the bill. We have been together for 7 years now.

To sum up the run on drama story. Why do sone people get life handed to them and have no clue the value of a dollar, or don't mind sitting on their butt's waiting for the goverment to send them something to barely live on and here am I. Working like a dog 3 shift making just enough to pay my bills and have a little left.

WHY IS IT SO UNFAIR, life that is......