1. give-me-that-becky said: Oh hey

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  4. I’ve been meaning to write this down, now seems like a decent time to do it. Let me just start by saying my family hasn’t been in the best place financially recently. So while I knew things were tight, I didn’t realize they were as bad as they are till this happened.

    Since I was little I’ve lived in a community where a debutante ball happens every year. As a little girl I would see pictures of these beautiful girls in white ball gowns in the newspapers around christmas time. When some of my babysitters became debutantes, I decided that I wanted to become one when I was old enough.

    This would have been the year that I was of age. I’ve never known much of the process of choosing a debutante, other than people have to recommend you to become one. Luckily, I was one of the select few to be chosen. One day, in January I came home from school and checked the mail as I always did. I had a letter addressed to me in elegant cursive. I knew that was the day. I squealed with excitement and tore open the envelope. Inside was my letter that officailly invited me to become a debutante. I was so happy my dreams were finally starting to come true. My mom was excited and ready, all we needed was the okay from my dad.

    When my dad got home we talked about me being a debutante. He asked how much it would be and I told him the amount. He looked at me and said that theres no way we could afford to do the program. I looked at him and asked if there was anything I could do, help pay (which I could), work around the house, drive less. Anything. But alas, no luck. So I had to decline my invitation. I cried for weeks. 

    Not only did I not get to fulfill my childhood dream, but I saw this as really unfair. My sister got invited to be a debutante two years ago, and declined it because she didn’t want to do it. My parents encouraged her to do it and everything. Granted, we had more money then. But I wanted to do it, not only that I’ve been dreaming of doing this for the past 10 years. I wanted it with all my heart, and I got invited to, it is as huge honor to be invited but to participate in it… I have no words for how I would have felt if I could have participated. But alas, I have been denied that dream. I still have the invitation on my bulletin board.

    This isn’t an “I hate my parents” rich kid post. Its a post that I wanted to share of what frankly was the most disappointing time of my life. I cried for weeks. It physically hurt to think about, and it was the only thing on my mind. Someone would say one thing to me and I’d just burst in to tears. Its still hard for me, even 7 months later. If I try to physically talk about it, I get choked up. But its something I wanted to write down. 

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    WAKE UP COUSIN

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