Pardon The Rant,

I'm tired of being the wage earner, being the one responsible, of mortgaging my future. At my age my mom had three kids and a house in the suburbs, not living in a shithole apartment with a roommate, working two jobs to make ends meet. My car, twelve years old, needs desperate work, I can't afford it. I owe over forty thousand for a worthless education, and I have over twenty thousand in credit card debt. Men don't want a liability.

I was lied to, I fell for it. I bought the story sold. My boss told me I bought the tickets now I don't like the show. He is right. I'm thirty, broke, alone, no future, a clerical job and weekends making tips at a bar. I get hit on by older women, slapped on the ass, come here honey. If it was a guy I'd gladly get on my knees, but I'm not going down on a fifty year old broad who found out she's lesbian.

My high school sweetheart won't take me and my debt, he did it right, went into the service, used the GI Bill, worked part time. He's a construction manager, wants a wife, but not her bills. I don't want to wake up from this nightmare and find out it's my life.