So, I am in another rut. I had my break, but I didn't do what I constantly told myself I was going to do. Well, I was in this car wreck on October 25, 2004, and it was a pretty bad one. My brother lived in California at the time because of the Air Force. He was visiting Missouri at that time and on his last full day, we decided to drive into Springfield. He drove. I had my paycheck so we figured we'd do a little shopping together. On the way, he failed to yield for the oncoming traffic at this stoplight, and as he was turning, a blazer was speeding on the road and his me right on my side. I don't remember the wreck, but it left a big scar on my face plus it fractured my pelvic bone, which hurt for months after. I was life flighted to the hospital because there was so much bleeding, and the Paramedics didn't know if I had any skull fractures that could quickly kill me, or any internal bleeding. Months passed, and a couple years passed, and I finally got my plastic surgery on my face. The day after the surgery, I received a big check with thousands of dollars on it. I live with my husband and we've struggled and worked hard for money. When we received that check, we were laughing, smiling and hopping in the air with glee. It was awesome. We got new furniture and a new clothes, which we really needed, and swore we were not going to spend it. Within one month, we spent it. It's all gone. Plus, we don't have jobs. We're slums. I hate myself. Justin's selling his jeep for 7000.00 and once we get that, that amount will last us a few months, but it's going into savings where we can't touch it. That will help us out so much, and get us back on our feet.