Member-only story
Everything I complain about is a First World Problem
Yesterday, my car broke down. It has done that before. We band-aid it because…
My divorce is still in financial limbo that requires me to make payments on a car that is in HIS name. He has the title. I insure the car. It is our “family” car and takes me and the 4 kiddos everywhere. I actually have fallen in love with this car, even if it’s not mine.
I live in house in the country. We have a mower that keeps dying. It is a jungle out here-but I like that part.
I own my own business. It was demolished by COVID. But, it is being rebuilt. My computer glitches, my phone hates me, website design and even social media are not my friends. COVID changed everything.
There are so many complaints I could make about life. And all but a few are first world problems. Even my health issues are. I have PTSD, FND, TBI, and all kinds of post-COVID brain fog issues.
Its not that developing nations do not see these issues. Its that they have bigger problems than how they feel, how far they have to drive to work with a car that isn’t working, the fact that they are in abusive marriages, and if their mower can’t cut their 4 acres of heaven on earth.
I live in the Midwest on purpose. I live here because it is-hands down-the best place to raise hard…
