Life in a Third World Country
From princess to poverty
I used to be a princess. I had it all. Nice clothes, boots, shoes, tons of gold jewelry, leather coats, I mean, you name it, I had it. Until I didn’t. My last bankruptcy, and leaving my abusive relationship wiped all that out for me.
At 53 years old I was starting a whole new life from the bottom (that’s rock bottom) up. I had no idea what life…