It isn't really about me. It is about my kids. Discovered they haven't been eating because they have no money, and I have no money to send them. They can't even get home because, even if they wanted to admit defeat and come back, they don't have the train fare from Brittany. I feel shitty that I have mismanaged my life so that I am not in a position to help them. That's it.
I went off to college when I was 17 and didn't have a bean... and my parents didn't either. I lived on noodles or cheap bread with curry powder sprinkled on top, and while having No Money was horrible, it made me more self-reliant, stronger and resilient. It will be okay. As a fellow parent, all the love to you. It can be bloody hard
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