I Thought I Knew Struggle — then I got Divorced

Elizabeth Park
7 min readJul 30, 2024

Transparent Admissions from a Life Coach

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You know it hard out here for a pimp

When he tryin’ to get this money for the rent

Song by Three 6 Mafia

Do a lot check,” my 23-year-old shift manager said.

The fast-food restaurant was filled with the sensory overlay of early morning activity: beeps from the timers, the aroma of freshly made coffee, the constant underlying stench of drains, the specifically depressing musical choices of this manager.

I gathered the broom and dustpan and went outside to clean our parking lot and drive-through. I collected coins from the ground outside the drive-through window. I would wash and sanitize them later.

I was sweeping cigarettes and other trash outside the restaurant, sweating on a hot summer day in my hairnet, hat, and earphones.

I thought of my college years.

How would my fellow students see me now? I was a leader back then. I participated in everything and went hard at it. Now I was arguably at the bottom of the economic ladder.

I still go hard at it. But now I’m making barely enough, and the rent is a constant menace, and my kid got let go from her second job in 6 months, and my car has been in…

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Elizabeth Park

Van Gogh fan girl, loves good questions and people who listen; Spiritual life coach for anyone exhausted by narcissists salvagingyourstory.com