• Firebirdie713@lemmy.blahaj.zone
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    4 months ago

    When I was about 12 and searching the local paper to learn local rent costs. I was looking with the plan that I would move out at 16 and take my sister with me so we could escape the abuse we were suffering from our mom.

  • MrJameGumb@lemmy.world
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    4 months ago

    Probably it was the first time as a young adult that I found myself out of money and realized no one was going to give me any more. It’s kind of a jarring experience the first time you realize you have $50 left in your account, you don’t get paid again for another week, and mom and dad can’t help you.

    I’m honestly glad it happen to me sooner than later, because it taught me a lot about how to be resourceful, how to budget more carefully, and that as a grown adult I should really be able to handle these things on my own.

  • Buglefingers@lemmy.world
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    4 months ago

    It always was for me, the moment I realized was maybe the first move we had where we got rid of 90% of stuff we owned so it could all fit in the car.

  • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.ee
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    4 months ago

    At various points in my life, my understanding of that grew and grew. I’m sure there will be a point soon where I fear my future twice as much as I do now.

  • flamingo_pinyata@sopuli.xyz
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    4 months ago

    Made an escalating series of mistakes during a single year in my early 30s, leading to a mental breakdown. That was 5 years ago, I still have trouble letting go of what could have been

  • Hezzmana@lemmy.zip
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    4 months ago

    When I realized that a lot of people will be difficult, and add trauma to your life, for no gain to themselves. I was like 9 years old. I’m 48 now, and still, fuck those people.

  • Sometime in early-to-mid university when I realized that college in the US is just a glorified and expensive High School degree which doesn’t get you much, and that being smart was not enough to get what you dreamed or felt you deserved in life. Then I had to struggle to not just drop out from total disillusionment. I finished just to not disappoint my family but was terribly depressed realizing it was a waste of time and money and my life was going to fucking suck after it was over. I wasn’t wrong.

    If you’re not born rich then you need to be incredibly lucky, if you’re not either then life will be really tough.