Her words landed like a punch. “Yeah, but what good were those opportunities if I’m still struggling?” There was a pause. Then she asked softly, “What exactly do you need?” I hesitated. I hadn’t even thought about putting it into words. “I don’t know… money to help with my credit card debt, rent, maybe my car payments. Just enough to breathe.” Her sigh was long, weary. “I’m going to be really honest with you. I love you more than anything, but I don’t think handing you money will fix this. You need to figure out how you got here in the first place.” Continue reading…
