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Right now I feel like I'm at the bottom of a deep dark pit made by my stupid mistakes. The sides of the pit are greased so I can't climb up. I am thankful to have my best friend and husband at the bottom of the pit with me to hold my hand, but I feel like there is no way back to the top. We made a huge mistake moving to the South. Everyone is all full of "I told you so's" and we knew it in the back of our minds. We wanted adventure. We wanted that "golden ticket." Now where are we? Paying for a car, working 66 hours a week, and scraping by in an appartment the size of a shoebox with no blankets. I know, I know. Children are starving in Africa.