What did I do to deserve this?
What the hell did I do? What deity did I piss off so bad that every time something happens that might possibly mean we can claw our way up from the pit of living more or less hand to mouth the universe makes sure to kick us into place again.
I don't need much, I just want a job that pays enough to pay for rent and food maybe a fun thing or two. These are not unobtainable dreams, I know this because there are lots of people who manage and still we can't get a fucking chance. We're not lazy, we are good workers and yet...
Of the last three places my husband worked at two of them closed and he lost the job without being to blame at all. The last one he was "unlucky" according to the boss and couldn't get a continuation. Nothing he did.
I thought I got a job, only 4 months but with the potential for permanency, and I had three days of happy before it was pulled out from under me again.
I don't dare to be happy anymore. I don't want to loose something else.