Life's a bitch...

So, I'm broke... there's really no nice way to put it. I'm broke. The Ebay money goes as soon as it comes in, and when the ex actually pays the child support... Well, four kids and they're always needing stuff. You do the math... Odd jobs here, odd jobs there... Scrape, scrape, scrape... But somehow the ends are met and I get through the months.
I live with my parents because I can't afford to be anywhere else. Although I made it on my own steam paying  for the kids' EVERYTHING as well as car, gas, insurance, electric, cable, phone,  oil for heat and hot water, extra expenses, repairs, you name it for over a year in the house my children called "home", the bank finally took over because the mortgage and taxes hadn't been paid in FOREVER and we were without a home.
And of course, Lucky and I moved the ENTIRE house by ourselves with the exception of one trip... The tv... (Thanks Brian!) And of course it was the HOTTEST MOTHER GRABBIN' WEEK OF THE WHOLE ENTIRE SUMMER! Thank GOD the a/c in the U-Haul was super powerful, 'cuz otherwise, I don't think we'd have survived...
Shitty... But at the end of the day, my kids and I have a roof over our heads, my children are safe, well fed, loved and cared for, I'm able to make the ends meet and have a little extra left over, we have our health. I don't have to worry about any of that.
I got called a bitch on more than one occasion by certain people and that's just fine. Sticks and stones and all... I have enough jet fuel in my veins to stand and fight and show everyone what I'm capable of... You called for "bitch"... Now you're gonna get her.