I didn't feel worthy until I started making money.
For years I have made sure there was always something healthy in the house to eat, that homework was done and there were clean socks and underwear for school the next day. I made sure necessary repairs to the house and car were made and spent hours/days at school helping where I was needed. I have raised babies to young ladies, and yet...
I didn't feel worthy until I started making money.
I am surrounded by mothers who not only raise their children (no Nannies, etc.) but also work outside the home. For years I attended dinners with my husband only to be asked that dreaded question, "So what do you do?" only to see indifference to my response of 'I'm lucky that I get to stay home with my children.' Conversation stopper, right there. Always. Every time.
Now my issue is that my girls are both about middle school age and I have time to create an income. And I'm doing that, little bit by little bit. And now that I can contribute financially to the household I finally feel worthy.
Isn't that pathetic?
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For years I have made sure there was always something healthy in the house to eat, that homework was done and there were clean socks and underwear for school the next day. I made sure necessary repairs to the house and car were made and spent hours/days at school helping where I was needed. I have raised babies to young ladies, and yet...
I didn't feel worthy until I started making money.
I am surrounded by mothers who not only raise their children (no Nannies, etc.) but also work outside the home. For years I attended dinners with my husband only to be asked that dreaded question, "So what do you do?" only to see indifference to my response of 'I'm lucky that I get to stay home with my children.' Conversation stopper, right there. Always. Every time.
Now my issue is that my girls are both about middle school age and I have time to create an income. And I'm doing that, little bit by little bit. And now that I can contribute financially to the household I finally feel worthy.
Isn't that pathetic?
(Your response is welcome. If you wish to participate in "Get Real" Monday by sharing some true feelings and/or experiences, please leave a link to your post in the comments section.)