It’s funny you say my post rubbed you wrong for personal reasons. That’s just what that hooker news did to me. That had NOTHING to do with me yet I managed to get all worked up and make it about me.

Reversals of fortune are extremely tough to deal with. I really found myself sympathizing with stories about the “recessionistas” who suddenly couldn’t afford shopping at Barney’s or had to sell the Hamptons house and what have you. Not that we had that much money back when we were gainfully employed, but I could understand the feeling that something was taken away from you, through no fault of your own. The unfairness of it all.

Please don’t apologize. I admit I’m very sensitive about this post. (Did I say sensitive? I meant raw. Did I say raw? I meant oozing and weeping.)

I think you’re funny and a talented writer. I envy the ability, if you can’t tell I have some difficulty expressing myself in words. I’ve read your blog for months off and on.

On a few side notes, Tink is just the most precious little girl, it almost makes me think children are for me. And my assumption your blog made money was a compliment. It all seems rather official.
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It stings to hear this post called a “rant.” It was an unflinching account of my reaction, and the tiniest bit brave, since it was difficult to write about. I don’t know how and when I gave the impression that I feel it’s only fair that everyone suffer financially. I don’t believe that. By the same token – the flip side of the EXACT same coin – it’s not fair that we do. We’re working as hard as we can, my husband goes months without a day off, blah, blah, blah, other stuff you don’t care to hear. It’s just awfully hard to accept that hard work does not always equal a paycheck, ya know?

I’m not naive enough to think people don’t do all sorts of objectionable things with their money. But when you hear of someone you know spending money in an immoral and criminal way when – yes, I’ll admit it – at times all I can think about is my own bleak situation, it’s like a punch in the gut. Some people get hookers while we don’t get health insurance?

When I read phrases like “it’s a risk” and “life’s full of choices,” all I hear is “You made your bed, now shut up about it.” I think I can step outside of myself enough to look at this post honestly and I don’t know how I could alienate anyone with it. (Except for hookers and their johns, I suppose.) This is a personal blog (where I write about things that affect me, personally), but even I don’t want it to be all about the restaurant. Sometimes it’s unavoidable, because there are times I find when I don’t write about it, I’m too depressed to write at all. I’d love to have you as a reader, but I’m not going to promise I won’t write about our situation again.

And I even flatter myself enough to think what I have to say might be of help to others who are experiencing troubles due to the still-recovering economy.