So, I’ve read most of what you’ve written on Medium tonight; I, too, had to declare bankruptcy (in 2009) and I also lost my home, not to foreclosure but to divorce in a state where the norm is to liquidate and split assets. I may not ever be able to own a home again. I live hand to mouth, trying to raise my children to be decent human beings and claw my way out of the pit I have fallen into, and I’m angry. I’m angry that we can bail banks out, and have them turn around and immediately start charging maximum penalties to customers who are struggling financially as if they weren’t just bailed out for so much worse. I’m angry that my employer doesn’t pay a living wage and that for me to be financially stable, one income isn’t enough. So much for single parenting. I’m angry about a lot of things, but you’re more than angry. You’re hateful. It sounds for all the world not like you want a solution, but like you feel like you’re ruined beyond the possibility of rebuilding, and you don’t see hope for your situation in any direction. So, if you can’t rebuild your life, you’re gonna watch everyone else’s burn to the ground, by GOD! And you’re going to laugh while you watch.

And if that’s your attitude, shame on you.

I really hope I’m wrong.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.