“So how,” she wonders, “did I end up with nothing?”
Friends don’t stop by. Or call. Money, once loaned and freely given, is gone.
No one asks, “do you need anything?”
Loss of income translates to loss of friends, and girls’ nights out.
She’s the girl they whisper about.
Still, she believes in herself, accepts the empty social calendar- “easier to sort out life’s priorities,” she decides.
Budget and pray more, spend and doubt less. “A new reality,” she bravely acknowledges… “Now that I am poor.”