I am NOT a fucking statistic.

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[Here’s what happened.  I thought I got a flat, so I pulled over in a upper middle class neighborhood to pull out what turned out was a piece of plastic in my wheel well.  These two ladies pulled over next to me in their lexus and asked if I needed help.  I explained exactly what I just wrote.  The one in the passenger seat looked back and saw my car seat and asked if I had a baby.  I told her yes, a four year old.  She said and I quote: “Well I see you have no ring on your finger, maybe if you didn’t spread your legs you could have a husband to fix your car”.  With out even thinking I spit at her, only got her shiny new car unfortunately, but I am grateful she stayed in her car because I might’ve gone back to my white trash roots and smacked the Prada off of her.  Then she and her friend drove away laughing.]

Dear Pretentious Rich Bitch,

You know I’ve tried to live my “adult years” not hating on upper class people.  Unfortunately humans such as yourself make it extremely difficult.  You get a little money in your pocket, a nice ride and a brand name on your jeans and you think you’re all that and an (insert foreign expensive beer here).  You tend to make quick judgements and speak before your brain possible has a chance to analyze the situation.  You are the reason why people like myself glare at you.  

I just want you to know something.  I am not a FUCKING statistic.  I am not.  You want to know how I thought this whole mess I call my peaceful life would turn out?  Would you even care?  I doubt it, but since you took the time to ridicule me, I’m going to share.  I thought that when I was engaged that I would have a happy marriage.  When I found out I was pregnant, I thought I’d have happy whole family.  I thought I’d provide something for my daughter that I missed out on due to no fault of my own parents. 

Well guess what lady.  Unfortunately my life didn’t work out that well, things didn’t go as planned.  Instead my marriage was hell.  Emotional and Physical Abuse.  Add in that I was slowly dying from a Chronic illness and it was far from cake.  I decided to get out.   I thought since my ex had been a good dad up until then that things would still work out.  Instead he ran away to Colorado and has never paid me a dime for my daughters needs or school.

So you know what lady?  I am NOT a statistic.  I was not a 16 year old mom who partied too much.  I am a 25 year old divorced single mom who works a full time job, owns her own home but can’t make ends meet enough to get my car fixed much less pay my daughters day care.  It’s NOT my fault that my daughter’s father is a douchebag.  It’s NOT my fault that things worked out like this.

So my dear lady.  I hope someday some one treats you the way I have been treated.  I hope someday you remember this and feel ashamed.  I just wanted you to know.
Sincerely,

Sarah.

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6 thoughts on “I am NOT a fucking statistic.

  1. cara

    What a fucking cunt! If I were there spitting wouldn’t hae been my action. Id have punched that uppit yuppy in her throat!

  2. Holy Shit. People like that are usually so miserable in their own lives to have to take it out on a random stranger. Chances are she doesn’t even know how to get herself out of a locked car, let alone ever have had the love of a real man who actually knows what his dick is for. Thank God you are 500 million times better than her or she might be the statistic of violent street side crimes.

    Luvs you.

  3. JenN-Moo

    Don’t take that c’s words to heart. She has clearly NEVER had a tough time in her life and knows NOTHING of heartache or hard times. She’s NOTHING!

    <3 you!!! You are survivor and you rock!

  4. I agree that money can (and sometimes does)elevate a person (in their own mind) above others. I know some of them and I know some that are the kindest and most generous, non-judgmental people.

    Her kind of mean comes from somewhere else…some really ugly place..and I agree with Emily that she probably has never had any adversity – REAL adversity.

    I just caution you not to become her in-turn by judging that person who drives the nice car or has money. It isn’t me by the way, I don’t have shit…but I have family and friends that do and they would NEVER say something so disgusting or treat someone so horrid – I guess because they’ve been there themselves.

    And…honestly…the bitch should probably spread her legs a little more because she is really fucking uptight! >;-}

  5. Thank you ladies for your comments. I was really more upset than I should’ve been. Hell I’ve heard way worse. It was just a long day and that was the breaking point. That woman was most likely the girl in school who tormented me, and on that note I’m letting it go.

    Melissa, I definitely do try to not judge people with money, I realize it’s unfair of me, but unfortunately it’s hard to bury all the years of being teased by the “rich kids”. Ah well. When I’m a millionaire and own everything, I’m locking all the assholes in New Jersey. :D

  6. Holy shit indeed. Where the hell do you live?!

    I live in a snotty/rich place but cannot imagine anyone speaking this way to a total stranger, and one in need. Jesus!

    I would have told her it was her husband who knocked you up and you’re just waiting for him to come and change your tire….

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