Before I became a stay at home mother I had a job that paid me over $54,000 a year. When I lost that job my husband told me not to worry, he was working a contract job but was informed that it would soon be a salaried position with benefits.
About three years after he was hired his job was moved to Indiana and if he wanted to keep his job we had to move which we did. Moving to Indiana gave my family the opportunity to live in a lower cost housing makert than California and after a year and the birth of our last child we were able to buy a modest home within our budget with a very nice fixed market rate.
We weren't poor, we were firmly middle class with a house and a savings to boot.
All that changed when my husband became sick. All of our failsafes fell through, we soon ran through our savings and eventually lost our house. My husband wasn't able to work and I could only find lowing paying jobs while trying to care for my husband and our four kids which includes a son that is autistic.
Looking able on it I don't see how I didn't go crazy. I really don't know what would have happened to my family without help from friends, family and the government. I didn't need a handout, i needed help. I'm not a victim, I'm a survivor.