It sucks to be poor.

This is what I told my mother yesterday as she apologized to me for not having money to let me get breakfast. Now, before you start thinking, oh my goodness, this poor girl, no. No poor girl. I could have eaten breakfast at the house, I just didn't have time. That's beside the point, though. The point is, I'm broke, and my family is poor. What's the difference? Well, I'm broke, meaning I will have more money in a certain amount of time in the form of a biweekly paycheck from my job. My family however, is poor. Meaning no matter how hard we try, and believe me, we try, we can never seem to get up on top of our financial problems. I've heard the phrase "third job to pay for your second job" thrown around in reference to my mom doing Mary Kay. So far it's been a bit of a money pit, and just thinking about her continuing to cause our family to go even more into the red just makes me sick to my stomach. And she wonders why I have a hard time supporting her and her "career"...three guess why I don't.