posted on Oct, 15 2009 @ 04:52 AM
I live it, breathe it, and am surrounded by it- 24/7.
People on welfare, who can't find work or feel there is no point, and they are the second generation on social assistance,with their own children
following their footsteps as well.
Where I live is a bad place, wrong side of the tracks, and the richer people in town treat us differently.
I have had store doors locked in my face, customer service delayed or refused, just because Iam new here, and where I live.It's a small town,
everybody knows everyone and everything. I try to keep to myself, because I don't subscribe to the rumor mill, but that seems to make it worse.
I listen to my neighbors yelling and screaming at each other all the time, none of them are employed at all.
Most of them have more month left at the end of the money and that is when tensions get really high around here.
I don't feel like I belong here, at all. I have to keep my doors locked at all times, my kids in my own fenced yard, and I have to try to not appear
like I have more money than they do.It's very difficult.There is animosity because my kids and I dress in new clothes, versus used, and I go downtown
everyday to pick up what I need, so they think I have endless funds.
It has made me a target.