I can remember a time in my life when $60 made or broke the difference on whether or not my family and I ate that week or not. I had a now ex's stoner loser friends who stole grocery money from me to blow it on, well, I'm guessing blow. It wasn't until I was at the grocery, in the checkout ready to pay that I realized what happened. I didn't have credit cards or even enough money in the bank at the time to cover it. I was enraged and embarrassed and felt hopeless. I burst out into tears and marched out of the store. We weren't going to have food that week. When the 'friends' found out, they felt so guilty that one of their burnout couch surfers had taken the last of our grocery money, they bought us some food to tide us over until next payday. It was garbage, but it was "food." My ex thought I should have been more appreciative. Honestly, I was not. I was still pissed about having MY hard-earned $ taken from me by a random MFer who they continued to let stay with them even after she stole from me. "I'm supposed to thank the same people who stole from me?"

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