So, woman has child with possibly brutal bloke, leaves, goes from homeless shelter to small apartment, welfare keeps her going. Night classes, now she’s a writer.
Excellent, well done. And of course the story is that those welfare programs must exist for the next person to be able to come through. OK, fine with me.
But there’s always something in these stories which doesn’t quite gel, isn’t there?
I didn’t have a family who could financially or even emotionally support me. My daughter’s father still tried to cut me down every chance he could. I worked my way through school, but I couldn’t have done that if I hadn’t had help meeting basic living standards. Food stamps, rental assistance, and tax credits were the things that kept us afloat. I received utility assistance, and sometimes a voucher for gas so I could get to work. I used WIC (Women, Infants and Children) coupons for milk, bread, eggs, and peanut butter, which became the staples of our diet.
A month after I graduated college, I gave birth to a second little girl. Eventually we were able to move into safe and secure housing I could afford, and it meant I could focus on my chosen career as a writer.
Second baby just appeared, did it?