I'm missing work. We didn't have enough money for preschool. I had a panic attack. I couldn't do it. I became one of those horrible foster parents who give the kids back.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had to work to eat. I couldn't even complete a basic elementary education.
I didn't have time for my children much. I wasn't a very good parent; I had a pretty unhappy home life.
I needed to purge myself of all the attention my parents had given me - I wasn't neglected enough as a child.
I worked so much when my first son was born that I missed a lot.
For a decade, I was a stay-at-home mom. I sent my husband to his law office, sat on PTA boards and baked cookies - great cookies. All of a sudden, I had no husband, no job, few prospects, and two small children who had grown accustomed to eating.
I left school with basically nothing, I was a special needs kid. I did feel as though my school had let me down.
I just had a baby. I'm not going to work unless it's something really special and meaningful, because I can't imagine missing all that time with my daughter.
I grew up in a family struggling for work.
I took my kids everywhere. I didn't have money for child care, so I took them to college with me and they sat in the hallway.
I was just a regular kid in poverty, struggling.