It’s so fucking hard. I can’t even begin to describe the problems that mount up for the person-attempting-to-crawl-out-of-poverty and the various insubstantial and yet completely substantial benefits that a family of members attempting to crawl out of poverty together faces.

Mortgages: it’s fun if you qualify for one. It’s sad if you don’t. Hopefully you have live grandparents who can fucking cosign to help you gain access to home ownership and stop paying someone else’s mortgage.

Work: have any ‘aunts’ or ‘uncles’ or other friends of the family who know someone who is hiring? No? Well fuck you poor person.

Work v2: have a good experience watching someone hold down a job? No? Have a better experience watching someone quit or be fired from a job (possibly because your care arrangements fell through)? Well fuck you poor person. You get to learn about work the hard way.

Home ownership: do you have any idea what to do or even how to go about even getting the information? No? Well fuck you poor person; you’re in for a rough ride.

There are more. These are the ones that I am mad about right now.