Madeline writes :

…Did you know that child support isn’t late until midnight on the the last day of the month? I sure as fuck didn’t.

Now I do.

And I had a choice between paying rent and daycare for Jack. Rent won, and he’s home with me until I can cough up five hundred bucks. This will, of course, make seeing clients difficult, but I really have no choice but to hope he’ll sit quietly (Yeah, right,) and watch a video while I massage naked people in the other room.

You know, I hate being dependent on the money their dad is supposed to send. Hate. It. I hate feeling vulnerable. I know things will turn around and that this is just a bump in the road, but it feels like a fucking mountain.

I hate asking for help, it just seems weak. But I’m going to, because I’m doing everything else I can think of and getting nowhere.

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