Vandy Terre
2009-09-24 07:04:54 UTC
This looks like the best place for me. Kind of empty like my life. Well my
life is not empty, just lonely and tired of being broke. Not making any money
with my various businesses. After over a year of the husband out of work, he is
working again for about half what he used to make. The economy sucks.
Oh, I lived the American dream. I went to college, got a degree. Couldn't find
a job because of the recession (late 1970s/ early 1980s). Started my first
business. Actually made a fair living. Wasn't sleeping on satin sheets, but
was able to put food on the table, a roof over my head, fuel in my vehicle and
decent clothes on my back.
Of course I had to get married, it was the thing to do and I did want children.
Too innocent for my own good, married a divorced Catholic with children to
support. That ended up costing me near everything I owned and my life. The
only good thing out of that marriage was my baby. I divorced the abusive
dead-beat on grounds of desertion because when I cut off the liquor money he
disappeared. So there I was with a three year old, an old van and a small
business. Still not sleeping on satin sheets, but the child and I did okay.
Until I married again. Same song different partner. Once again all is fine and
glorious until I have a baby, then the abuse starts. This one is a gambler and
thinks it is high humor to constantly cut some down. My small business is
nearly gone with him dipping the till even harder than the first husband. I am
still on the road traveling with my small business. Then comes the day that the
vehicle he won't let me keep any money to repair breaks down 800 miles from
home. I have two small children with me and am trapped in a small town. Like a
good wife I call home for advise and help. He laughs, tells me I'm on my own
and to use what money I made at the last show.
life is not empty, just lonely and tired of being broke. Not making any money
with my various businesses. After over a year of the husband out of work, he is
working again for about half what he used to make. The economy sucks.
Oh, I lived the American dream. I went to college, got a degree. Couldn't find
a job because of the recession (late 1970s/ early 1980s). Started my first
business. Actually made a fair living. Wasn't sleeping on satin sheets, but
was able to put food on the table, a roof over my head, fuel in my vehicle and
decent clothes on my back.
Of course I had to get married, it was the thing to do and I did want children.
Too innocent for my own good, married a divorced Catholic with children to
support. That ended up costing me near everything I owned and my life. The
only good thing out of that marriage was my baby. I divorced the abusive
dead-beat on grounds of desertion because when I cut off the liquor money he
disappeared. So there I was with a three year old, an old van and a small
business. Still not sleeping on satin sheets, but the child and I did okay.
Until I married again. Same song different partner. Once again all is fine and
glorious until I have a baby, then the abuse starts. This one is a gambler and
thinks it is high humor to constantly cut some down. My small business is
nearly gone with him dipping the till even harder than the first husband. I am
still on the road traveling with my small business. Then comes the day that the
vehicle he won't let me keep any money to repair breaks down 800 miles from
home. I have two small children with me and am trapped in a small town. Like a
good wife I call home for advise and help. He laughs, tells me I'm on my own
and to use what money I made at the last show.