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WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!

c-mom's picture

I got a job! I got a job! I got a job, hey, hey, hey, hey! Nights and weekends baby!!! You know what that means? No longer do I have to feel as though I have to take their abuse because DH is supporting me. No longer do I have to sit at home and be miserable in their company. No longer will I be lost in a state where I know nobody besides my husband, his psychotic family that includes BM and her psychotic family, and my one brother who I never get to hang out with because DH's nasty little heathen of a daughter would have to go with and she is a pervert who tries to engage my four-year old nephew in her antics. Oh I'm just so freaking happy.

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c-mom's picture

My mom taught me the same. I have always worked at least one full time job since I was 16 until I agreed to stay home during the transition of BM abandoning the skids on us (to make it easier for them) and then we were in our wreck and I have back issues from it. This is the first place that I have been able to get a job after the wreck in Jan of 2012. It is liberating. It isn't much money and I'm not even guaranteed 40 hours a week but I just don't care. I have a job and the women who I work with are all wonderful, and, well, I HAVE A JOB! hahaha

oldone's picture

My advice to any woman is to always have an exit plan. Which pretty much means a job.

I love DH and he's been great. But I LOVE knowing that if he screws up I have the freedom to leave.

goodenoughme's picture

With the job security not so secure nowadays, it would help that we get a job. To me, that is the most rewarding thing that you could possibly have. - YORHealth