I used to laugh about my Pa always HAVING to have bread at every meal. It was a left over comfort from living through the Great Depression. But, then one day in my early 20’s I became a poor single mother who turned couches inside out looking fo enough change to buy Jackie’s diapers.
Of course since then I earned a degree and have a career. But I work in the business of poverty and need. The result is that, in some ways, I am very like my Grandfather.
Money makes me uncomfortable. I never think I have any, or that what I have is enough, and spending it consumes me with uneasy guilt…. even if I won the lottery or got a job that paid a real wage, I think I will always feel poor.
What about you?