Spare Change
I would be working for Southwest Airlines making six figures today had I not quit my job as a flight attendant 29 years ago. Being a flight attendant was the only job, besides being a mom, that I was ever really good at. I loved it, but I chose the well being of my daughters over my career. Leaving them at home with their unpredictable, drunken father was not an option.
I will never regret my decision. After our divorce, my ex made me Public Enemy No. 1 and painted himself the victim of my evil scheme to hold him accountable and abide by the court ordered decree to financially provide for his children. “Get a job,” said the pilot making over $100K a year who never paid for their insurance, dental, braces, surgeries, transportation or education. Yes, I worked. Worked my ass off to give my girls what I could afford. I made insane choices that made our life with a narcissistic, alcoholic asshole feel like a walk in the park. Back my feral ass into a corner and I will always do what any single mom would do. Fight. I fought for my kids. Bled for them. Begged for their forgiveness and kept fucking going. Imagine the primal exultation of being able to scrounge together $5 in quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies for a Little Caesar’s hot ‘n ready pizza for your hungry kids, or driving your daughter to work with the hazards on in a car with a busted transmission you can’t afford to fix, of never being able to put more than $10 worth of gas in said car—for YEARS—of your daughter reaching out to her father for help buying a prom dress and him refusing, always flat out refusing…I could go on and on and on.
We are free.
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