Constance
Master Chef
When I lived with my first husband, in far southern Louisiana, there was a scam he fell for, not once, but twice. Old buddies he had gone to school with took him out, got him drunk, and he signed onto an insurance policy that we couldn't afford. Unfortunately, once they had your signature, you could not cancel the insurance, and both companies garnished his wages $50 a month.
He brought home $400 a month, we had a trailer payment of $100, and our rental space in the trailer park was also $100 a month. So that left me $100 a month to pay my light bill (about $25), washing machine payment ($10). Our water was free. That left us $65 a month for food.
We managed, though. His grandpa was a farmer, and his aunt canned a lot of food, so they helped out as much as they could. My dad sent a check every month to pay for my little girl's juice and milk, and I thought we might be all right, until my ex bought that new Dodge Charger, and then there was nothing left for me and my little girl, so we left.
He brought home $400 a month, we had a trailer payment of $100, and our rental space in the trailer park was also $100 a month. So that left me $100 a month to pay my light bill (about $25), washing machine payment ($10). Our water was free. That left us $65 a month for food.
We managed, though. His grandpa was a farmer, and his aunt canned a lot of food, so they helped out as much as they could. My dad sent a check every month to pay for my little girl's juice and milk, and I thought we might be all right, until my ex bought that new Dodge Charger, and then there was nothing left for me and my little girl, so we left.