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Originally Posted by Lou

My first husband broke his jaw and had to be off work for several weeks. I didn't work and we had a baby to take care of. My wonderful mother-in-law opened an account at her brother's grocery store and told us to get food there but we hated doing that. We bought as little as we could. Mostly baby food and milk. We bought soup and my husband would have the broth and I would eat the solids for dinner. We didn't have to pay rent because we lived in low income housing and due to our circumstances they let us slide. But, not bragging, I would buy whatever my husband needed and I would do without myself.

When we divorced there were a few lean months. I remember one time my son and I ate popcorn for dinner because it was all we had. When they turned the electricity off we pretended we lived during pioneer days and played board games and told ghost stories. My son still thinks of that period of time fondly because it was such a bonding time for us.

Aww, that's a great story. It proves that money can't buy happiness. All of these stories do.