My job was my life. I was always afraid of this day. It’s the day when I would lose my job. I never thought it would come. I was keeping my fingers crossed. It’s like a little part of me died inside. I can’t stand thinking about it over and over again. I can still see my boss’s lips moving in slow motion saying “You’re fired.” It’s terrorizing. I moved back in with m mom to handle the post traumatic stress. She lives just outside Nashville in Goodlettsville.

So I can’t do this anymore. I can’t handle the thought of living with my mom so I found an apartment in Nashville by Middleton and 4^th Ave. I’m going to move in there ASAP which I found out has to be sooner than later because the landlord says if I don’t put a security deposit down she’ll find someone else.

I looked online and found that a car title loan was an effective way to get money. But what’s even better was that all I had to do was fill out a simple application online and they contacted me. I got my car title loan and now I have the money I need for my security deposit and then some.

I have to pick myself off the ground and stop wallowing in my own sorrow. There are plenty of jobs out there for me to do.

-Jas Y.

Nashville, Tennessee

My kids are great even though they are the most spoiled boys in Nashville, Tennessee.

 I have two of them and love them both equally. I have no idea why they are always competing for my love and attention. They go at it like animals if one gets three or four more peas or carrots on their plate at dinner time and say I’m playing favorites. So I try to keep as even as possible when buying or giving them things. Chris got new hockey gear, so Nick got new baseball gear. Nick got Slipknot tickets so Chris got Blink 182 tickets. I made Chris’ favorite breakfast so later I make Nick’s favorite lunch. You see where this is going? Well they are a year apart so when Chris turned sixteen and I bought him his first car, I had to put up with Nick’s whining for a full year! Now Nick is turning sixteen and off course needs to keep up with his brother. But I can’t really afford another car in time for his birthday. Time to teach them about sharing and responsibility!

 I’m going to go online and get a title loan on Chris’ car. Sometime today Nick will have his new car and guess who’s going to make the payments? MY BOYS!