By Bethany on His and Her FI
I was the poor kid. Or at least I thought I was. At 13 not ever buying clothes at a store and instead shopping at Goodwill meant we were poor. Parents who stressed about money and fought over the budget behind closed doors meant we were poor. No family vacations or coffee runs meant we were poor. Bologna and mayonnaise sandwiches at least had to indicate our level of “poorness”.
Turns out my family was not poor even in the slightest- we were just broke…Read On
