My family lives just above poverty. My husband has been disabled for years. I work full time. I work my a** off but no matter what I can’t get a raise without the state approving the budget increasing in my department. They just cut it. I paid my bills. I illegally borrowed someone’s food stamps so we can eat this month. With the cost of living and gas shooting up I sold anything not nailed down around the house to get by. I was turned away from selling blood. And now I can’t afford a f****** Christmas gift from Santa. She is going to be the only kid who didn’t get a gift under the damn tree. This is going to be the year that she stops believing in Santa. I didn’t want her to find out like this.. like I did. I want to throw the damn tree in the trash and throw myself into traffic. Christmas isn’t magic. It’s killing me.
